My Regular Routine Does Not Include Vet Visits

Okay, here's the thing. I like my routine and I don't like change unless it involves getting new toys. So when I see my cat carrier come indoors, I know something's up. But I have to investigate it because I never know by what some little critter might have crawled inside and still be hiding there. Not this time!

But let me back up for a minute. This disruption of my routine began Sunday when my people left me and didn't return home until late at night. How could they go off and leave me alone that long? Seems they spent the day in Quartzsite, the gathering place in the desert where old people and hippies like to go to either sell things, or buy what they have to sell. My people came home with armloads of stuff, and frankly, I didn't see one thing that interested me.

Back to the cat carrier, which they carried in after they got home Sunday night. It stays indoors on the floor overnight, I guess so I will become used to it and feel comfortable. Harrumph! Next morning my he-person grabs me and tries to stuff me inside. Well, I have a surprise for him. That's not going to happen unless I decide it's okay. I've learned to spread my front legs out so there's no way he can stuff me inside the crate. I make myself much bigger than the opening. So my she-person tells him to put me in backwards. Well all of a sudden, there I am sitting inside the crate with the door being locked. This does not look good!

I do my usual pitiful crying for a few minutes after we get in the car, then I settle down since I'm sure we must be headed to California. Wrong! We're headed into town to the vet. I remember that place. That's where someone stuck something up my backside and I screamed like a banshee, then to add insult to injury, they shot me with a huge needle. This time my people don't even go in with me, but I hear them wish the vet tech, good luck!

True to my nature, I make some noise about getting my temperature taken, but I leave the vet tech in one piece so she can carry me back to my people, who are waiting for me in the waiting room. Then the tech informs my people that I could lose a couple of pounds. Who does she think she's talking about? She does mention that I might have a thyroid problem and should probably be tested. I hope that doesn't mean I'll have to go back to see her!

Well I'm home now, and let me tell you, I'm making my people feel sorry they took me to the vet. I've been so quiet and mostly sleeping so they'll think I've been truly traumatized. I want them to remember this next year when they decide it's time to get shots again. I'll sure remember!