V.E.T. visits
This must be the time of the year all Fur People go to the V.E.T. aka The Stabby Place. Lots of blogger cats have been there recently. Tipper & Maxie each got 2 shots and had their ears & eyes checked and hearts listened to. They're both OK for another year!
TIPPER
I was very, very good, as usual. I was just a little scared and accidently stabbed Mom in the hand when she picked me up to put me back in the carrier. The doctor's helper had to give her a bandaid. I'm sorry, Mom.
MAX
I didn't come out of the carrier. Mom said "It's OK"' and had to unscrew the top to get me out. I was more scared than Tipper because I haven't been to the V.E.T. since I was a baby and I didn't remember any of those people. The doctor said I have tartar buildup on my teeth. How can I have that! I don't even know what it is. Now Mom has to rub some junk on my teeth with a finger brush, but only if she can catch me! Bye-bye!
GEORGE
Ha! I didn't have to go. I just hissed at them when they came home 'cause they smelled like the doctor's office and no one likes that smell!
posted by The Crew @ 10:32 AM
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2 Comments:
You guys are right - there's been lotza vet visits lately. Glad you're done for a year! Me n' Meep always smell eachother when one of us has been to the vet; then we lick the *patient* to get that smell off quick!
Buzzerbee & meep
Max, my mom usually has to take the troll box apart when my bro Eddie's in it. He doesn't like it very much.
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