Well...check out behind my left ear--do you see that tiny bit of white?
It's a FEATHER in my head fur!
Mommy was snuggling with me on the sofa when she felt something poking her in the back, it was an escapee from her old, el cheapo feather pillow. First she let me sniff it (interesting!) and then it all went downhill, as you can plainly see.
Hell hath no fury like a Tortie scorned...
Later, I ate the feather. Mommy had better be afraid...she might be next!
Well, I am...let me tell you the Terrible Thing(s) that happened to me today!
I got had to go to the vet...TWICE.
Yes. You read that correctly...TWO TIMES.
TWO car rides in one day!!
The first time wasn't too bad cos there was over an hour wait to see the vet (they don't take appointments) and Mommy opted to bring me back later. So we were in and out. However, on the car ride over--which lasts centuries 12 minutes tops --while I was loudly singing the Song of My People Mommy decided to sing along with me, and kitties, it was terrible. Not only is her accent awful but she sang a song I'd never heard before--by some group called The Police--called Sending out an S.O.S. which she claimed was entirely appropriate for the situation.
pffffft!
So, when we got home Mommy got busy and I was hopeful she'd forget the whole idea of going back; it was just a check-up after all, but no such luck. Later in the afternoon she stuffed me back into the PTU* and we left for the vet, AGAIN.
So I sang, AGAIN. Thankfully solo, albeit a little hoarser than the first time.
It was deserted at the vet's office so I was allowed out of the PTU to huddle on Mommy's lap investimigate the waiting room. I may or may not have purred up a storm in the exam room, and loved up the nice vet tech while she weighed me (17.75 pounds!), I'll never tell...but of course Mommy persisted in her treacherous ways and videoed me.
The sound isn't the greatest but you can at least see me talking...
