V-E-T Visit

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!

Reprieved!

Kitties, I've been reprieved.  The good news is Mum had to go to work this afternoon, so I couldn't go to the V-E-T's myself as I'm not allowed to drive the car on my own.  The bad news is I'm sure I heard her re-arranging it for Friday morning, so I'm not out of the woods yet.

Will keep you posted.

V-E-T

Oh nooss.  I just heard Mum on the phone to the V-E-T's.  She didn't forget! Tomorrow I've got to go to the V-E-T and have big needles stuck in me!!

If they do that thing with the thermometer, I won't be pleased!!

It's not good kitties.

My Co-Ordinated Tummy

Why is it every time I lay down, Mum wants to take photos of my tummy! It is a very nice tummy, of course, and I can hear the Snorgle Monsters approaching from here.

Aside from my fluffy tummy, I've also just noticed that I match Mum's Slippers perfectly.

I'm a big fat ginger co-ordinated cat.

See my Teeth!

Don't be afraid, I'm only yawning!

I'm a big fat ginger toothy cat!

I got Mail, but it's not good!

This morning, I got mail, which is supposed to be a good thing, right?  It was a big postcard, addressed to me and everything.  I was quite excited until I saw what it was.   Do you see what it is?

It's a postcard from the V-E-T!!  That can't be right, surely.  It doesn't bode well, I can feel it in my whiskers!

I'm a big fat ginger worried cat.

Catnapped – Part II

OK Kitties.  I have to confess, it’s not as bad as it sounds.  I knew something was going on, there was lots of running about and putting things into bags.  Then the Prisoner Transport Unit (PTU came out.  I made a break for behind the sofa, but mum was too quick for me and before I knew what was happening, I was bundled into the PTU and into the boot of the car.  I wasn’t a happy kitty, and howled my displeasure all the way there.

So now I’m a prisoner on the big boat thing.  I’ve spent the last day or so marching up and down looking displeased, but it doesn’t seem to be doing very good.  Mum won’t let me out because I don’t know where I am.  I can’t see out of the windows either, but they have let me out in the front where I can look out the front window.  I can’t get out though, cos I’ve tried.

I have stopped hiding under the chair though.  The big boat thing is full of funny smells and different noises.

The other problem is that there are only two chairs, which is not good when there are 3 of us.  Every time one of them gets up, I leap into the vacant chair – and they are not really big enough to share.

The only reason there isn’t enough room is because there are too many cushions!

The bed isn’t too bad either, although the duvet makes a funny noise. 

Fear not Kitties – I’m a big fat ginger brave cat.

Catnapped!

Kitties, I've been catnapped!! Send rescue party ASAP.

DIY Blogging

If Mum won't update my blog, then I'll do it!

Once I've had a bit of a nap, of course.

I'm a big fat ginger keeping the keyboard warm cat.

Prawns for a Good Kitty

Mum just wanted me to let you all know that I'm not still in the Dog (Cat) House after the bitey incident.  We've all made up now - I knew she wouldn't hold out for long, and I've been a very good kitty all week.  So much so that I got prawns.  I think Dad was feeling a bit sorry for me, especially after they moved all the furniture in the lounge and my cushion went missing for a bit.

I likes prawns, even more than I likes Ham, or Corned Beef, and I really like Corned Beef.  Dad even peels them for me, bless him!  Well, I don't have any thumbs, do I?

I'm a big fat ginger full of prawns cat.