Hey, let me out of here! There must be some kind of mistake!!!!
Uh...no, looks like they really did want to see me. I mean who wouldn't?
Um...as long as you are taking a look at me, can you make me stop itching? My back is a mess. What? You've heard about my magical belly furs and you want to take a look...rub them? Well, ok, if you must.
Sheesh...the things I have to put up with!
Truth is, I feel much better now that the nice v-e-t lady gave me an anti-biotic shot and gave me some pills to take. I've been chewing on myself. I'm a bit delicate you know. All it takes is one mean old flea to feast on sweet me and I break out.
Not that I would complain or fuss or anything like that.