I'm looking forward to a relaxing Sunday. I had an ordeal yesterday. Yes, Saturday sucked. I was thinking life was good because I got my sun room back. Mom and dad finished up sealing all the tile, my perch is back near the window and comfy chairs are all back in place. So there I was enjoying it all when they grabbed me and stuffed me in the cat carrier and hauled me off to the v-e-t.I was not going quietly. I hollered and yowled the whole way. I hollered in the waiting room. My partner in this trip was Jonesie. Turns out we both needed shots. Cecilia was supposed to go but she could not be captured. I need to take lessons from her. I ended up taking some lessons from Jonesie because she is a pro at going to the v-e-t. They let me watch her first so I could see how it was done. They even called her a "sweetheart". Turns out there was a note in my chart about needing to be "boxed" for any of my exams because I was such a terror when I was first captured. Now that I'm on Prozac and have had a chance to live the good life, I was allowed to be examined with my Daddy holding me. They gave me my shot and I did fine thank you very much. They said I was a good boy. See, I'm not a terror.