Yep one word - V-E-T!
Alright, so I've got a few more words to go along with that first one...
I was so excited yesterday, Mommy came home early and we played for a few minutes - we never do that. Then I got some afternoon treats, we never do that either. But then it really got strange.
Mommy went down to our litter box and dug around yelling that there was no "fresh poop" - that's weird right?! Then she came back with the PTU and I knew I was in trouble. I tried to run, but it was too late!
Here's me in my PTU - can you see me?
So I went as quietly as I could (which wasn't really all that quietly) - and I suppose it wasn't too bad. The mean doctor didn't use the thermometer and he didn't wash my ears. He did stabbed me once and then he used an extra loud shooty thing that scared me a lot (he told Mommy that it was a new way of giving me my booster - less painful but really loud!).
There were a few bright spots. It turns out that I am a bit of celebri-kitty at the vet's office! Do you see a kitty you recognize on their wall of fame (you'll probably have to biggify)?
The other bright spots were the extra stinky goodness I got for dinner and that I got to cuddle all night with Mommy (and she even made the boys and the dog leave me alone) - those were the best!
Maybe going to the V-E-T isn't all bad - nah, who am I kidding?!