Thursday, September 03, 2015

Oh Poop!

Dear Max,

After trying to emulate you for almost nine years, I finally did it. I pooped at the stabby place when the v-e-t was squeezing my tummy. But I digress.

Instead of napping contentedly this morning, I should have been paying attention. Mom came into the room and picked me up and placed me in the crate (just like that!) Then we went for a ride in the metal masheen and I was brought to the stabby place. Naturally I howled my displeasure the entire ride.

 Once we got there, I was forced to wait while all kinds of woofies came in and out. One of them wanted to sniff me, but I objected strenuously.
After forever, I was brought into an exam room and placed on a very cold metal table, where I had to wait and wait and wait. Mom took advantage of me by petting me with two hands at the same time which I have never permitted.

I was not amused.

After another interminable wait, two very nice ladies (I have to admit it. They were very good to me.) came in and started poking at me. They brushed my furs, squeezed my tummy (that's where I pooped on the table), looked at my teeths and eyes and listened to my heart. The lady v-e-t actually put some drops UP MY NOSE!!! It was positively demeaning.

Aside from some tartar on my teeths, I am in excellent shape, and was deemed "perfect."

Like that's a surprise.


Quiltdivajulie said...

Mom 1 and Millie 0 (for this round).

da tabbies o trout towne said...

millie....hay...nothin wrong with leevin a dee pozit at de place oh eeeeeeevil....glad yur a point mint went sew well !!! ♥♥♥

Monday walkers said...

Now .......... I wonder why you needed to be taken to the v-e-t-'s place............WE know that you are in excellent shape and "purrfect". Glad ( for you) that that little checkup is over and done with. Luv.

Noela Sydney Australia

Megan said...

You look very very unhappy being at the v-e-t, Millie. I'm thrilled to hear, however, that your mom got you into the PTU without the usual hassles, but I'm sorry that you had to wait in line behind woofies. That doesn't sound right, does it? I would have expected a separate queue for pusscats and woofies, with pusscats given priority.

And of course you were assessed as perfect. You're the poster pusscat for perfect! Well done.

Sydney, Australia

Summer at said...

At least you came back with a good report! So maybe you won't have to go again.

Just Ducky said...

Millie, you are usually so smart to avoid getting taken to the stabby place. Glad you had a good check-up, we all know you are purrfect.

Angel and Kirby said...

Good for you, Millie! YOu showed your displeasure in the best way!

Angel Prancer Pie said...

Thank cod and toona that's over for another year!

Angel Prancer Pie said...

Pee Ess - Don't worry, poop happens.

The Meezers or Billy said...

Hi Millie - we are sorry we have not visited you in a while. the mom is just terrible about letting us visit. we is glad you is "purrfekt" - but we knowed that already

Hannah and Lucy said...

We bet you were glad to get home after your ordeal at the vet torturers Millie. Maybe you and your Mom could change places if you need to go again!
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

Pat said...

Well, now it's over for another year, Millie. Be glad you aren't a woofie. My mom takes me to the stabby place twice a year!! Fortunately, I don't usually get stabbed; they just listen to my heart and look at my ears and stuff like that. Oh, and they tell me I'm cute.