It was a day like any other. I skipped
(Mrs. Human says wobbled) to my food bowl and had a few bites of my special
vitamin food. A fresh mouse would have been better, but you cannot have
everything and Mrs. Human said vitamin pellets are good for felines, it makes
their fur silkier. I find this a little confusing, as my fur is so silky, it
could not get any silkier.
Before I could say Mickey Mouse, or Garfield, I was packed and thrust in a cage. Me, Nera the chief feline, put in a cage! Something was afoot (or apaw according to what you are). It was vet day, so I put on my special I hate vet attitude. The usual spitting and growling, eyes flashing and mouth wide open to show what wonderful pointed sharp teeth I have. Nothing helped; the vet ladies thought I was having fun.
They decided to see how heavy I was. This was an insult, a light footed dainty feline like myself. They said I had put on weight again. I gave a Nera glare and did a few spits showing how far I could open my mouth.
And then the final insult, they put me on the table. I was just ready to leave a long scratch mark on the vet’s arm and she put on gloves, not just gloves: leather gloves reaching up to her elbow. The next insult, was the insult of all insults. They covered me completely with a thick blanket, paw proof, just leaving my tender part free. I am a brave cat, prepared to fight all battles, if I cannot run away, but now I was fixed. This was cruelty to felines. Just as I was thinking about making a complaint to the Society for protection of feline rights online on my pawpad, it happened. They gave me a jab in my most tender part. I was ready for the attack, but they just put me in the cage again. I arrived home worn out by the battle I had fought, so slept for an hour or two, or three, or was it ten hours.
It seems someone had a bad conscience, as I had tuna fish for my evening meal afterwards.
Before I could say Mickey Mouse, or Garfield, I was packed and thrust in a cage. Me, Nera the chief feline, put in a cage! Something was afoot (or apaw according to what you are). It was vet day, so I put on my special I hate vet attitude. The usual spitting and growling, eyes flashing and mouth wide open to show what wonderful pointed sharp teeth I have. Nothing helped; the vet ladies thought I was having fun.
They decided to see how heavy I was. This was an insult, a light footed dainty feline like myself. They said I had put on weight again. I gave a Nera glare and did a few spits showing how far I could open my mouth.
And then the final insult, they put me on the table. I was just ready to leave a long scratch mark on the vet’s arm and she put on gloves, not just gloves: leather gloves reaching up to her elbow. The next insult, was the insult of all insults. They covered me completely with a thick blanket, paw proof, just leaving my tender part free. I am a brave cat, prepared to fight all battles, if I cannot run away, but now I was fixed. This was cruelty to felines. Just as I was thinking about making a complaint to the Society for protection of feline rights online on my pawpad, it happened. They gave me a jab in my most tender part. I was ready for the attack, but they just put me in the cage again. I arrived home worn out by the battle I had fought, so slept for an hour or two, or three, or was it ten hours.
It seems someone had a bad conscience, as I had tuna fish for my evening meal afterwards.
Fantastic story, which complements the photo.
ReplyDeletepoor Nera...but made a terrific story...'sorry sweet Nera!! ' LOL
ReplyDeletepoor Nera...but it was the right thing to do! glad she didn't see you taking the photo, that would have been another insult I presume :)
ReplyDeleteOh, the indignity of it all!! I'm sure the tuna helped restore it some :-))
ReplyDeleteI really admire your cats' tales... you write with so much detail that you make us believe they have human-like emotions and feelings...
ReplyDeletegreat photo and story! now im hungry for tuna :P
ReplyDelete