So Kitties, I went to the V-E-T's. Mum was quite sneaky, hiding the PTU so I didn't see it until it was too late. Then she discovered Dad had gone off with her keys in his dinner bag, so she wasn't best pleased. He bought them back, but I had to stay in the PTU for ages, and we were late!
This time I saw the Man-V-E-T, or really, the Boy-V-E-T. He said "my, you're a big boy", like it was something we didn't already know, then he checked me over. He looked at my ears, eyes, and teeth, and had a good feel of my belly which I wasn't very impressed with. Luckily there was no sign of the thermometer. Apparently my teeth are quite good. Then I got weighed. It seems that at 8.2 kg (18 pounds), I am overweight. Kitties, I can't believe that.
Mum and the Boy-V-E-T had a lengthy discussion about my diet (I'm already on light food and that is weighed and measured to an inch of it's life before I get it), whilst I busied myself by shedding lots of ginger fur all over the Boy-V-E-T's surgery. Mum said I was very good, as I didn't put the bitey on the Boy-V-E-T once.
So, I am all fit and well, apart from being a bit too cuddly, but it doesn't end there. Mum came home with these. Do you see the size of those?
Giant worming tablets! I know I haven't got worms, and I am sure Mum knows I haven't got worms, but apparently I still have to take them. And I need to have 2 cos I'm extra cuddly. They don't look quite so bad out of the packet, but they are still big!
So, there I am, sitting on the sofa, minding my own business.
and Dad's going "look, kitty, what's this"? I'll have a look, just in case, but does he think I am stupid?
Nope, I'm not eating that.
I told you, I'm definitely not eating that.
Oh, OK, it seems that I am. I did put up a good fight, and kept spitting the tablet out, but he got it down in the end.
The indignity of it all!
The second pill they wrapped in a bit of corned beef, and cos I really really likes corned beef, I'd eaten that before I noticed it was there. I didn't fall out with Dad though, and he didn't seem to mind too much that I'd put the bitey on his finger.
So I'm good to go now for another year!
I'm a big fat ginger cat who definitely doesn't have worms!