March 22nd 2013 9:00 am
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I am feeling a bit less sleepy today, thank you everyone for your concern. Mum & Dad are keep a watch on me.
So its a funny time of year as there is not that much other than the snow going on really.
We went walking and Mum had to get all the snow out her boots when we came home, but it is not really much to talk about, even with her funny boots. They have lots of flowers on them.
So last night I was thinking about the man with the best treats in the world (sorry mum, I am still waiting for your to soften in the snow) and the pointy things, now Ash tells me he is called "vet" but to be honest that seems to small a name for some one who is so cool. I was telling Murph and Ash how I think he is cool, and they said I was never to say that again. That it is not good to sit on the table and lick him or walk in and be good. What I am supposed to do it seems is this........
Once I see the box (what box?)I run and hide, if found I must attach myself with all my claws to any immovable item. This can take any length of time and may be repeated as often as necessary. If I get in the box (what box?) I have to make as much noise as I can, so they let me out as fast as possible.
If this won't work and I have to go in the car, then I can make more noise lay in a corner of the box (what box?) and if I think it needs to be done, let out something that smells so bad they need to open windows, that way if I get the chance to get out the box (what box?) I can escape the car as well.
Should all this fail and I end up getting to the vet I should make as much noise as I can, it seems if we are disruptive they don't keep us there. If all these things have failed and I end up on the table in the room, I have to cling and fight to stay in the box that I fought not to go in (WHAT BOX?). Once I am out and all the rest of the contents with me, they will pick up the box later and put the bedding etc back in, ALWAYS make sure your ears are back and I MUST let them know this is not acceptable. I asked about the treats HMMMMM lovely, and it seems we never eat them, we have to treat them with contempt, it seems we do allow them to put us back in the box and we then make a lot of noise. They also told me they have no idea why we do this as nothing ever happens anyway once your there. They think it is because they make it difficult, so the "VET" = man with pointy thing gives up and lets us go home.
I asked them about this "box" they talk about, and do you know what they said............."your to big, you won't get one, and your a dog" Huh that is where trouble starts if you ask me. Thats like me saying because your a cat you don't get frisbees and rubber balls and Marrow bones and chew sticks...............ahhh they don't. Maybe not such a good argument. But maybe I do come out of it best then and at least I don't have to worry about "the box"
Hope you all have a good weekend and do something special.
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I was wondering about the box (what box?)! Glad you are too big for that! I've never been in a box!
Hope your weekend is exciting and FUN!
Ash tells me its a "Cat box" could have told me that sooner LOL
Its for moving cats from one place to another safely, so thats a good idea, I just hope Muph does not want one so he can be carried upstairs.
Another wonderful Diary ! Thankyou for the wide smiles !!!
Thank you very much.
I will pass it on to Murph and Ash.
First Murph has to come out of hiding but more about that tomorrow.
Mommy loves reading your adventures, Penny. I actually like going to the vet. They helped me when I was so sick and now I am all better. They aren't so bad. Mom can relate to "The Box" as she had to use it for one of her pets.
Thank you, Buddy it's lovely to know you enjoy them.
Yes I agree, they saved me when I could not walk and had my first Lyme attack.
Two vets have saved Ash twice, he would not be here if they had not acted quickly. We think its due to his bad start he has very bad attacks.
I think the boys just do this because of Cattitude.
I like the vet I just can't tell the boy's. At least I know I am not alone now.