At the Vet

Yesterday I got tricked into going to the vet again. I hate it when that happens!

I knew something was up when I saw this old devil..

I knew something was up as soon as I saw my carrier this morning

Mum doesn't have a car so once I was put into the carrier (or should I say forced because obviously I resisted at first) and stepped out into the sunshine (I resisted some more by kicking and trying to push the bar open) we had to walk a short while to the bus stop. It was so noisy out there, I can tell you. Lots of traffic and ugly city smells. I could feel my mum's own anxiety as, like me, she doesn't like being outside much. But she tried to calm me down with the light baby voice she uses, which I have to admit does the trick. When I hear her soothing voice I feel safe, but I was also worried that she may be taking me to the pet hotel again. Oh, what a nightmare week that was! 

We waited at the bus stop and then the bus came along - a massive red monster of a thing - and we hopped on. People kept looking at me but my mum held the carrier with me in it on her lap. Don't tell my mum, but I quite liked the bus ride. It was only a short little ride and when Mum looked into the carrier at me I pretended to ignore her. After all, she tricked me again, didn't she?  Being a wise cat, I know it's for my own good that she takes me to the vet. And it wasn't that bad this time because there were no loud dogs barking like last time we went. Just the receptionist talking loudly with another lady for a while. It bothered my ears a bit and I could tell it bothered my mum a bit too. She has sensitive hearing you see, or should I say heightened and much more acute than the usual human. She is HSP - highly sensitive person. It may cause her anxiety but I figure if she wasn't so sensitive she wouldn't be so caring to us animals so I do wish she'd stop stressing about it.

In the waiting room

Anyway, we didn't have long to wait to see the vet. He seemed nicer than the one I saw last time but I was still on my guard and I hissed at him just to show him who's boss. He examined me, said I had really soft fur and I could tell he liked stroking it. All was going well until he said I was living too much of the good life and that I should go on a diet as I was getting a bit chubby. Well, Mum wasn't happy about her child being called fat, which I'm not, but she said she will exercise me more and watch my food intake. Which means less treats for me!!!

But I thought about it later on the way home and, being a goddess and cat model, I have to take care of my looks, so I will have to agree with Mum.

After I had my booster vaccination and Mum paid the receptionist we went home on the bus. As it was a nice sunny day, I think I rather enjoyed my little trip but I didn't like being told I'm getting chubby around the middle!