I had to make a visit on Caturday to the V-E-T! Mum says that if all is well I only have to go once a year.
Me inside the PTU, hey, I haven't been in this for over a year, I hopes I am not going back to the shelter!
Derby coming by to say good bye to me. I don't think he knew I was going, as he hadn't warned me and neither did mum. I had been sitting really nice with mum watching the fevvers outside, when she scooped me up and put me in. I almost got away from her to run and hide!
Here I am on the table at the VET, we were just waiting for the doc to come in to do his thing, which thankfully didn't include violating my spot 13.
Yeah, sitting by the weighing thing, I weighed a nice 8 pounds 11 ounces, up from 7 pounds 5 ounces a year ago.
Hey, where does this go, hmm, no where special. Not really a hidey spot or an escape place.
Guess I will turn around, so I can see what is going on. Then the doc showed up, listened to my insides, looked at my ears and my teeths. I passed all my test, got my shots really quick. Then mum got the carrier up and I got back inside on my own. Then she paid the bill and we came straight home.
Derby hissed at me when I got back, I didn't care. I just sort of laid low for a while. Then mum came with some extra treats. Derby got a couple and he tried to move in on mine. I hissed right back at him and he left my treats alone.
Plus Happy Purrthday to our mum! Have a wonderful day! I hope we get extra treats to cellybrate with you.