To the Vet!

November, 1996 -- First Trip to the Vet!

Appointment Day	Dark and stormy; a real mess of a Saturday morning!
The Trip	Rain slashing the windows of the pick-up. Me, huddled in a corner of the pet carrier in the front seat. WHERE AM I GOING? Why did we leave the warm coziness of overstuffed couches,electric bed blankets, and soft shag rugs?
Vet's Waiting Room	Cold, noisy (Will somebody shut up those yapping dogs in the back!), antiseptic smells. I've got a bad feeling about this!
Examination Room	Warm hands dragging me out of the carrier. Cold, hard table (Where's the couch?). This is not fun!
Examination	Smiling, pleasant humans; but OOOOH, the poking and prodding, and in the most embarrassing places (Hey, get those Q-tips OUT of my ears! And don't come near me again with that plastic do-hickey--I'll just KEEP my roundworms)! I WANT TO GO NOW!
The Trip Home	Merciful quiet--no more rain, soft music from the radio. Me, back in the carrier, limp with relief!
Home	Carrier door open; me cautiously sniffing, listening, slinking out. YES! It's really home! Where's the couch! Boy, am I glad that's over. I must have a serious talk with my humans. These kinds of trips are NOT good for my psyche--or my dignity!

"A cat's got her own opinion of human beings. She don't say much, but you can tell enough to make you anxious not to hear the whole of it."