Huffle's trip to the v-e-t, part II

**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.

The end.

Huffle's trip to the v-e-t, part I

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.

Recovering

I forgot to say yesterday in my vet report that the vet said I am in very good health for a nearly-nine-years-old kitty. I wouldn't need to go and see him again for at least five years, will I?

On Saturday night, mum and dad went to visit Charlie and Opy's mum and dad. They didn't get home until 12.30am on Sunday morning so they must have had a good time. But most importantly, Charlie and Opy and their mum and dad sent me a Christmas present! I got some new mouses, including a fish mouse, and a Christmas card. You can't see it though, some of you are getting cards from Charlie and Opy if you are in the Dogs with Blogs Christmas Card exchange so I don't want to spoil your surprise.
I also got a bag of treats! They are Huffle-sized chicken and fish sandwiches! They are so very tasty, and now I don't feel so bad that my mum can't find Temptations for me. Thanks Charlie and Opy, and your mum and dad!

Traumatised

Somebody call the RSPCA. I have been abused and tortured. Yesterday, mum and dad took poo-face Salvador and I to the v-e-t. The following pictures are pretty graphic, pups and kitties. Be warned!

This is Salvador and I in our crates. We did not want to get in them and fought and scratched the whole way.
Salvador would not look at mum.
I wouldn't either.
After dad put us in the car to drive to the vet, I cried the whole way. Before we'd even driven out of our street I had peed in my crate. Mum and dad were not happy but I wasn't finished yet! A few minutes later I pooped in my crate too! We had to drive with the windows open (even though it was raining) because of the smell. I was pretty happy with myself.

Unfortunately, I forgot that dad would clean me up when we arrived at the vet. I had to have a BATH! Ammy, I cried like you did the whole time. I was so unhappy.
I tried my best to jump off the table but the vet nurse lady had a good hold on my neck.
What mum and dad didn't realise until we got to the vet was that Salvador had pooped in his crate out of sympathy with me. He had to have a bath too but nobody got a photo of that. He hasn't forgiven mum and dad yet. Me either.

Tortured!

You will not believe what mum and dad are doing to me today. First, they're making me go to the v-e-t. That's not what I want to do with my weekend.

Then, they're going to visit Charlie and Opy's mum and dad! But they're not taking me with them! I don't think that's very fair at all.

I'll be sulking on the bed this afternoon. Tomorrow, if I feel up to it, I might tell you about my vet visit.