Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Wicked Wednesday!

I have had a TERRIBLE morning! Not only did Mom sleep late (because she stayed up until almost 2 AM watching the Tennis ) but once she did get up she gave me about half my usual crunchies.

Then she put some stinky goodness in a little bowl and put it in that box I told you about. The one where she's been putting my treats lately. I told you about it last month. You can go HERE to read about it.

Well, I don't get stinky goodness very often, so I had to check it out. She put it a-l-l the way in the back, but I am a smart kitty and I made sure to keep by back legs out of the box in case she was up to something tricky.

Which it turned out she was. She tried to push my butt into the box. But I was too smart for her. Ha ha ha! No matter WHAT she put in that box (and she put treats and even some primo 'Nip), I didn't even stick my head inside.

Unfortunately, she's tricker than I thought. She moved the box, and cornered me in another room, and I ended up in the box. I was Not Happy.

Then she picked up the box, with me yowling in protest, and carried it outside and put it in the metal machine. We went for a short ride, and I bet you all know where I ended up.

It was the V-e-t. I got out of the box, and was immediately wrapped up like a burrito! Some guy poked my ears, squeezed my tummy and looked at my # 13! He felt my leg, you know, the one with the titanium rod inside that makes me a Bionic Kitty, and then stabbed me!

Next he and a helper trimmed my beautiful claws!

I was good. I didn't yowl, or scream, or fight. Mom said I was being a very good girl and that even though she knew I wasn't happy, this was good for me. The v-e-t didn't carry me by the scruff of my neck, didn't treat me roughly, and spoke very kindly to me. So I put up with it.

I got weighed. I weigh 12.2 pounds. The v-e-t didn't use the "F" word, but he did say the word "chubby" and that I should be 11 pounds.

Finally I was allowed to go back in the box, and we left.

You bet I jumped outta the box real quick when we got home. Mom says I don't have to go back until after Christymas. That's what she thinks.


Daisy said...

Oh Millie, that is some very terrible torture you had. The nerve of them to look at your Spot #13! That's private.

The Furry Kids said...

You got tricked! That's a mean trick. It's good that you were such a good girl, though. After the whole spot #13 incident, I think that I might have had to bunnykick someone.


Kaze, Latte, or Chase said...

Oh Millie how trying! I'm glad the VET was nice though. Don't worry, next time you'll know her tricks and you can avoid the PTU at all costs.


Henry Helton said...

I can't believe that that mean man stabbed you when you didn't do anything mean to him!

Fiona Bun said...

Oh. My. God.

This calls for serious doots on her pillow tonight!

Tyler said...

Millie, that PTU thing is bad news. I think all of us get taken to the vet when it comes out. My mom's new trick is buying one that looks like a comy cat bed. She has it sitting out in the living room as if it were a piece of furniture. We take turns hiding in there becuase it really is comfy. We'll see if my mom has any tricks coming up. I know that Sophie is going to have to have that female operation. What do you all call it garden-ectomy or something like that. Momma has to call today and make the appointment

Scooby, Shaggy & Scout said...

Oh Oh Sweetie! The Chubby word means she will probably cut out the treats!

Lisa said...

Millie - when our meowmy took us to the v-e-t last night she took us in groups. We did not make it easy on her. At one point 4 of us hid under the couch and left Scully in the prizzin box by herself. Meowmy didn't know where they heck we went and there sure wasn't much room left under da couch!


Pet's are 4 Life said...

Wow, Millie, you dids soooo goods at the vet!! You is very brave!
Plus do not let the vet type person say chubby, we prefer plus size kitty...all of us is working on fulfilling that ideal plump kitty figure. ;)