Sweetie Pie Turner here.
MomGoth came to Mom’s to take me to the vet. I knew something was up, because two days before, she got the cat carrier out and opened the door. But two days passed and nothing happened, so I dropped my guard. She turned it up on its back end, scooped me up, and fed me into the opening hind feet first! Then she took me out to the car and put my seat belt on.
When we got to the vet, they weighed me in the carrier, then subtracted the weight of the carrier to get my weight. I wouldn’t come out. They had to take the carrier apart to get me.
MomGoth took me out of the carrier and the examination commenced.
It was bound to happen. It always does. It’s always a shock.
But MomGoth tattled to the vet about how I cough up hairballs. He said, “But look at that coat! See how even it is, how glossy and fresh? She’s a good groomer. Hairballs come with it.”
HEAR THAT, MOMGOTH? I’M NOT A QUIRP-BUCKET; I’M A GOOD GROOMER! HAH!
Besides that, I’m down to 14.8 pounds, from a high of 22, so the vet was very pleased with me!
This is a picture MomGoth drew of me, to celebrate because I was down to 17 pounds last year. I’m very happy about it. I’m even happier that my annual check-up is over, and that MomGoth has to stop calling me a quirp-bucket! ha!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you like your vet? (I hate the visits, but I like the vet. He gets me!)