Well folks, I went to Petsmart yesterday and let me tell you, it is NOT Disneyland for pets. Well maybe for dogs, but not for kitties like me! If there was any fun to be had, I missed out.
My he-person brought my pet-carrier into the motorhome and since I hadn't seen it for awhile, I was curious about the new smells. So I poked my head inside, and just then my she-person quickly shoved me from behind. Before I knew it I was inside, the door was latched and I was headed for Petsmart.
I made a huge racket in the car, muh-rouwing as deeply and loudly as I could until my she-person sympathized with me by talking sweet. Then I gave a little bitty pitiful meow because I mistakenly thought she was sincere and would rescue me from the carrier. Heck no, she was just vocalizing and probably just mimicking me. Har-rumph!
When we walked into Petsmart, it was straight back to the dreaded scale. Wouldn't you know it--it was way, way off. It showed me being 12 lbs. 4 ozs, which is slightly overweight for a full-grown Manx kitty. So now the Petsmart people have insulted me, too, by insinuating that I was fat. Then my people decided to get me microchipped while we were there, which meant another exam like the one a few months ago.
This time I decided to play it cool and not make any trouble, even when the veterinary technician stuck the thermometer you-know-where. I only growled a little, and so quietly that it was barely audible. Then she made a comment about my paunchy belly. I still tried to be sweet, and when she picked me up and carried me over her shoulder into the treatment area, I was as good as could be. I could tell my people were holding their breath because they were afraid I might mutilate her after what she had just said and done.
While I was back there several people hemmed me in and shot two microchips into my back. I growled so loud my people heard me from the exam room where they were waiting. I sounded like a humongous tiger because I was furious! The technician had to get my carrier and put me in it to carry me back to the exam room after telling my people I was not too happy. No kidding? By this time I would have probably clawed her to pieces if she had picked me up to carry me in her arms.
They took me out to the front desk and the tech went to pick out a new harness for me, which fit, by the way. Finally my people took me home, then proceeded to laugh because I walk funny in my new harness. I did get to go out for a short stroll to show off my new duds, then my people finally took the harness off so I could walk natural again while I'm inside.
You can bet I got even with them. At 3:00 A.M. I created a major disturbance by playing with my ball and running up and down the hall. No one gets away with taking me to the vet, then poking fun at the way I walk after I get home. Just let me truss my people up like a turkey and see how funny they walk.
I guess I made such a big impression on the people at Petsmart that they called this morning to see how I was doing. They're probably hoping we leave this area before my people decide to make a another visit to a Petsmart.
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