I can’t believe that I’ve been lucky enough to live this nice, spoiled life of mine for eleven years already! Every day I make sure and show my parents that I appreciate them…hopping up in a warm lap while Mom brushes me makes HER as happy as it does ME. Bringing a toy over to where my Dad is sitting so I can show him I’m good at SHARING….and coaxing him into playing with me a while….does him as much good as it does me. They do a lot for ME – so I try to do a lot for THEM. Even though I love them, there’s one thing they MAKE me do that I really do HATE………what’s that you ask?
I heard Mom talking to Dad this morning (they don’t quite “get” that I can understand everything they say!!!!) about the fact she’s taking me to the vet tomorrow for my annual checkup and shots. Every year I think of a new place to hide so she can’t find me when it’s time to go! There’s nothing I hate more than leaving my safe house to go into the noisy car. Some cats (so I hear) love riding in the car. NOT ME. At least the vet is only about 15 minutes away so it’s not a long trip. Once I’m there, I’m fine – I let him poke and prod and examine me from nose to tail and back again and I don’t make a squeak! Then it’s back in the noisy car to go back home where it takes me the rest of the day to “recover” from the experience.
Sigh……I guess a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do. Maybe I’ll give Mom a break and let her put my harness on without trying to escape or sit up on the seat next to her instead of crawling UNDER the seats in the cat and making her drag me out forcefully and take me into the vet’s office. Now THAT would be a BIG surprise for her!
I’ll just make sure and enjoy today………….one last day of routine happiness and fun before THE VET visit tomorrow.
Sammy, One Spoiled Cat (who hates the car)