First they bring out these noisy sticks which they blow on one end and make ugly sounds together. (They call this "recorder music".) Whatever. It's disturbing my naps in any case.
I get out my iPod and listen to Enya's version of the song "How Much is that Kitty in the Window?" with the repeat on until they stop.
These sticks sound like birds trapped in a cage. This gets me all excited. My People don't know if my meowing is because of wanting to eat birds (always!) or whether it's because I want them to stop playing.
Let them figure it out!
The second thing is that they take me to the dreaded V-E-T to fix this little problem with an abscess I have for a while now.
As you cats can imagine, I do not like the V-E-T. Who does?
My People take me out of my comfortable, tastefully-decorated Airstream space, out to the cold car, then down the noisy highway to the animal hospital. I do not like strange places. They look and smell funny and I don't like the garish institutional lighting.
The worst part is when my People leave me with this strange person in a white coat with funny thingie hanging down her neck (which I am NOT in the mood to play with!) and then she pokes and prods me. She does pet me to try to calm me down but I am a monster.
I rule!
The next thing I know I am in a cage, in a little room with a lot of cages with cats and dogs in them, and I've got this tube sticking out of me where the abcess is.
Talk about unsightly. And definitely undignified.
My People finally come to pick me up and I am feeling spacey from the sedative. I do not even meow to greet them. Plus, I am mad.
People #1 sits behind that round thing in the car, twisting and turning it around, while I sit in People #2's lap on the other seat.
I am so glad to be back in my familiar space. Now if I can only get this tube out of my neck...
Here's a couple pics from happier times the day before:
"So, ya wanna take my picture -- AGAIN?"
"Okay, you can post these pictures because they're BEFORE I go to the V-E-T!!"
