2`13: From Bad to Worse

I am sorry if I seem to have been complaining a lot recently.My usual sunny disposition has set.

Last week I told you of an unwanted visitor.

This week it is a tale of a (very much) unwanted visit.

Yes, I have been to the vet again.

Worst of all I had to be starved - I was allowed no food, no breakfast.  So, weak from hunger, I was taken by TOWTSH (John) to see ‘THE VET’ (scary music plays).

She (for the vet was a ‘she’) took me away from John - my only anchor to my real world - and took me to a small room where she took a lot of blood out of me (about 5 mls … whatever a ‘ml’ is), prodded and pummelled me, gave me several (well 3 actually) injections, looked at my eyes and ears and generally inconvenienced and humiliated me.

What was wrong with me, I hear you ask.

Well, this is the bizarre part of the tale.  There was nothing wrong with me.  This whole sorry experience was something called an annual check up (and yes, the vet did look up my annual).  After all the prodding and poking she returned me to John saying’”She’s fine.  You are clearly doing a good job of looking after her.”

Excuse me ,but I’ll be the judge of that.  Starving me of my breakfast and taking me for an intimidatory physical investigation does not count as ‘looking after’.

I’ve never liked human beans …. but I reserve my extreme dislike for vets (and those who take me there).

Roll on with the transfer I requested last week.