Catnipped to the V-E-T’s

I don’t know what happened.  One minute I was asleep on my cushion,

the next minute I was being bundled into the Evil Cat Carrier.  I woke up as I was about half way in, but Mum was too quick for me and shut the door before I could turn round.  I’m not a happy kitty in the Evil Cat Carrier, and tried as best I could to open the door, but with no luck.

Then Mum put me in the car, and I howled.  I’m not a happy kitty in the car, either.  I howled and howled and howled, and I kept howling as she was driving.  Next thing I know, we’re in the V-E-T’s.  I know it was the V-E-T’s cos of the smell.  I’d know that smell anywhere.

After a few minutes, Mum took me into a room, and opened the door of the Evil Cat Carrier.  Of course, now I don’t want to come out, cos I didn’t know where I was.  After a few minutes, Mum unceremoniously tipped me out of the Evil Cat Carrier onto the floor, and lifted me up onto the table.

The lady V-E-T was quite nice.  She made a big fuss of me, and said I was a fine specimen of ginger mancatliness!  Mind you, that was before she stuck a big needle in the back of my neck, so I don’t think she’s quite so nice now!  She checked my ears, and eyes, and teeth, and listened to my belly, and I am a fit and healthy ginger mancat. 

There is one small thing, though.  Seems I am too much mancat.  The V-E-T put me on the scales, and declared that I am too fat!  Can you imagine that?  You’ve all seen my mancatly belly, do I look fat to you?  Anyway, at 8.1 kg, it seems that I am 2.5 kg or thereabouts overweight.  I don’t know what 2.5 kg is, but Mum’s friend said it was like getting two cats for the price of one.  Now I know there’s not two cats here, only me, which is just how I like it.

So, now I am on a diet, and my regular stinky Whiskas has been replaced by Iams Light – see dish below.

I don’t mind, as I quite like it, but the bits are really small, and I have a bit of trouble picking them up.  So much so, Mum has had to put a tray underneath my bowl, stop me spreading it all over the floor.  The other problem is that I now have to wait for my breakfast whilst Mum weighs out my food in the mornings.  I complain very loudly about that.

When Mum carried me out of the V-E-T’s room, there was a big black drooling dog called Duke outside.  He seemed very pleased to see me until I hissed at him big time.  Then he didn’t look so happy!

As soon as we got home, I went upstairs and sulked!  I was going to sulk for ages, but soon realised it was dinner time, and I didn’t want to miss that.  I don’t blame Mum, she is only doing what’s best for me, and the big needle thing didn’t hurt at all.  I still don’t like the Evil Cat Carrier though.

I’m all chilled out now, back on the sofa.

I know I look like I’m scowling, but that’s cos she’s pointing the flashy thing at me again.

At least I won’t have to go again for another year!  I will keep you posted on my dietary progress.

I’m a big fat ginger on a diet cat!