Maui here...do you see my eye peeking out from in between the bars of the Prisoner Transport Unit (PTU)?
On Thursday I was, totally without my consent--or any warning whatsoever for that matter,
bodily shoved loaded into the carrier and taken to the vet for an annual exam.
I can understand why Dr. Augustine wants to see me--how often does she get to behold handsome and crazypants all in one disheveled package--but I think she should visit the house once a year if that's what floats her boat. Why do I have to be the one travelling?
I voiced my displeasure over this despicable turn of events in the car.
It's also on YouTube HERE
I shot my lasers at Mommy while we were waiting in the exam room.
And then I had to head butt her for a little reassurance. Do you see those crunchy treats back there? I got some!
Kitties, once we got to the vet's office I purred like a madcat. I wanted OUT of the carrier so Mommy held me while I glared at a chihuahua convention over in the corner. I kid you not, there were ELEVEN (Mommy counted for me) of them, yapping away. I was all lovey-dovey with the tech who weighed me--11.25 pounds--and Dr. Augustine had a hard time hearing my heart cos my motor was running so loud.
I did not have an opportunity to anally shoot the thermometer. Apparently there is a "note" in my chart and my temperature was taken by an alternative device in my ear. I got fur in the vet's mouth instead. Serves her right for kissing on me, hee hee!
Anyhoo, I'm 100% healthy, and a year is a looooong time.
I'm hoping Mommy will forget...she's fairly feeble-minded, you know.
XX Maui XX