**Warning: graphic pictures ahead! Not for the faint hearted**
So after mum and dad tricked me into going in the car and getting to the v-e-t, I was left on the table to fend for myself. The v-e-t told dad to hold on to me so he could take my temperature.
Take my what????
Then, not happy with just poking something into a spot that should never have something poked into it, the evil v-e-t stabbed me! Warning: kitties under one year should not look at this picture.
I refused to look at the camera after that vicious attack.
And to top it all off, the v-e-t stuck this big tube down my throat to give me a worming tablet! Dad wasn't even distressed at this treatment of me - you can see him laughing in the top corner of this picture. And look how they have me pinned down!
My Friday night was not very much fun. I hope I don't have to go back to the v-e-t again in a hurry. Dad says I got a clean bill of health and now I don't have to go back for a whole year.
Dad also says on the way back from the v-e-t I was much more relaxed and just settled down on his lap. Well of course; I knew I was going home.
I didn't feel too good after my trip to the v-e-t so I got in my purple Huffle bed and slept all night.