Hi, readers. Gypsy here, reporting the Mews today.
Last week, I had to go for the dreaded check-up at the vet’s office. It’s SO furry traumatic for us kitties: being
coaxed crammed put in that little cage-thing, then riding in whatever that big noisy thing on wheels is, then arriving at the vet’s office and hearing those other kitties meowing and dogs barking and panting and slobbering….. well, you get the idea.
But I love my vet, Dr. Betty. She tells me I’m a beautiful kitty and that helps ease my anxiety about being prodded and poked. I like the assistant too…. he’s furry gentle and was so nice to me.
I had to get TWO shots, but I sat still as could be for those. And I’ve lost a few ounces, and you know how us girls always like to learn that we’ve lost a little weight. AND Dr. Betty says I’m purrfectly healthy.
Motor Mommy took this picture of my in my pretty blue carrier while we were waiting for my appointment. That’s one of Motor Man’s shirts in the bottom of my carrier. . He and Motor Mommy put that in there, so I would have something I was comfortable with to make me feel better. I do love my Motor Man.
Mommy said I was a furry good kitty. I only meowed a few times on the short distance to the vet’s office, and on the way back to our shop, I didn’t make a sound. I just knew I was heading home then, and efurrything was going to be okay.
~These Days Of Mine~