What My Cats Think About My Dog
Yesterday was the day my cats go to the vet for their annual check up and shots. They’re indoor cats so they never leave the house except to go to the vet or to move. So…so far, I think their experiences leaving the house probably haven’t been all that spectacular.
By the time we got to the vet, poor Needy had completely peed all over himself and his carrier. As the vet said, “How embarrassing.” Overall though, Needy was fairly tame getting his check up and his shot once he got cleaned up despite having spent the entire trip to the vet mewing loudly and pitifully so the whole world would know that he was in great distress.
Aloof had come quietly and calmly, but it’s the little ones you have to beware of. He had the look of an impatient biker in the clink and once he was out of his carrier, he growled everytime the vet touched him. In the end, it took the vet, an intern, and myself plus two towels holding him down to give him a shot and we ended up having to redo the shot because of those deadly rear claws.
While my dad was visiting, he made several remarks to the cats that they must feel so jealous of Pugly because Pugly gets to go outside and play and ride in the car, and as I was standing in the chaos of that vet’s exam room, I thought about my dad’s silly remarks and I considered what my cats might be thinking about my dog…
What is wrong with that dog? Why does he get so excited to go outside all of the time? Nothing good ever happens when you get in that car. Yet the moron just keeps jumping up and down up and down every time she asks if he wants to go for a ride. Stupid dog.
Tags: the cats, the puppy, the vet
