So...after they weighed me and put the thermomiethingie in places that can only be discussed on HBO...
They let me back in my carrier.
I was not at all sure I wanted to come out again. Of course, when you are at the evil vet place you have to do what they tell you to do. And...I'm such a pushover, I even purred for the
nice evil vet lady person. Mom explained to me later that I needed a recheck on my pee issues. They took another sample from me to confirm that I don't have anything physically wrong.
When the vet lady turned her back on me...I blew her a raspberry! Don't tell her I did that, ok?
Mom said that Bennette still will need a check up, but I found out (don't tell Bennette or the others just yet) that my vet is starting to do house calls. Mom is thrilled at the thought of not having to box up several of us at once. One visit and they can see ALL of us!
But...that means the v-e-t will know where we live.
That can't be a good thing.