Friday night, mum and dad came home from work and started calling me and calling me. I came downstairs to see what all the fuss was about. I thought maybe they had some ham for me. But NO! Dad grabbed me and wrapped me in a towel, then we all got in the car!
Because I am an explorer cat, I was very interested in what was going on. I had to meow and huff at the big bus we passed; I didn't think very much of the bus. Dad says I was much better behaved sitting on his lap than I have been when I am in my carrier; I don't like that carrier at all. I only peed a little bit on my towel.
When we got the v-e-t and I realised where I was, I was not a happy kitty.
This is dad holding on to me in the v-e-t surgery. I really wanted to run away.
Dad put me on the table for the v-e-t to look at me and I did a big poo! Right there on the table! I was pretty happy with myself, but mum and dad were not impressed. The v-e-t just laughed and cleaned it up.
Tune in on Thursday for part 2 of my visit to the v-e-t. But be warned, there will be some pretty graphic pictures of my torture.