Happy Saturday Peeps……. 😀
I spent most of yesterday (yes I mean it – really!) in my afghan tent keeping cool. My parents had closed all the drapes so I couldn’t see outside even if I tried – and doors to rooms that we don’t use were even closed off – all to keep the cool in and the heat OUT. It worked – the house was very comfy all day Friday and I’m sure it will be “bearable” today too. Besides, I love my afghan tent!
So yesterday I overheard my parents talking in my Dad’s study. It’s right next to my Mom’s studio (where the afghan tent is) so I can usually hear them (if I’m awake of course). They were babbling on about the yard being dry as a bone, how one of our cars needs to be washed, then they started talking about next week and things they needed to do. That’s when Mom said THE DREADED “V” WORD.
I know it’s something that I HAVE to do every year – I know it’s good for me – I know it’s important that I stay healthy and strong and lovable – I KNOW ALL OF THAT……but I just can’t help it – I hear THE DREADED “V” WORD and my little heart goes pitty pat and I feel all jumpy and jittery. Don’t get me wrong – my Vet is a nice guy and he has really nice people who work in his office…..in fact his Office Manager and I have a “thing” – she’s a redhead like me and her name is GINGER! I sit up on top of her desk and she makes a big deal over me. I like that.
The other thing about going to the Vet is I have to be in the car. I HATE the car. I really truly HATE being in the car even when Mom’s holding me and I’m hiding my face in the crook of her arm. Mom’s tried Feliway and all kinds of things to keep it from being so STRESSFUL for me, but then again – hey – it’s only once a year so what’s the big deal?????
She’s going to call next week to get my appointment – maybe they’ll say “Mrs. Kimmell, Sammy’s so healthy he doesn’t NEED to come to the Vet this year” – or “Mrs. Kimmell, we have special equipment now that can SEE into people’s homes and do blood tests and all that other stuff to cats without them even knowing it!” – or “Mrs. Kimmell don’t you know how important it is for senior cats to have regular checkups???” (that’s the one I know they’d REALLY say! :D).
I’ll suck it up and be brave. There’s always that treat I get from Ginger on my way out the door for being such a GOOOOOOOD boy at the Vet – and then there’s the reunion with my house when I get home. That’s DEFINITELY the highlight of the entire experience.
How do you like going to see “THE DREADED “V” WORD“???? Am I being a big wimp????
Stay cool everybody……and Happy Saturday/Caturday!
Kitty hugs, Sammy