I'm a bit hissed off. I was minding my own business in the garden on Saturday when I noticed a bit of confusion. There was talk of taking some of us to the v-e-t. Not that I had to go, I'm purrfectly fine thank you very much. I knew that Cecilia had to go in. I was sure of it. Well Madison really had to go in to get a check up on his teeth, or what's left of his teeth. Ellie had to go in because she was due for her annual check up and a vaccine.
But then Cecilia did this...she plays hard to get better than anyone I know and then the next thing you know I was being stuffed in a PTU. Me!!! Mom said it's because we are still getting microchips for everyone and that I still didn't have mine...so I had to go off to the dreaded v-e-t even though there is nothing wrong with me. Now I have some sort of GPS device imbedded in my flesh. Mom says this is a good thing, but I'm not sure. Does this mean that Santa can track me and tell if I'm naughty or nice? I mean Christmas isn't all that far away...this could spell trouble. I'm sure of it.
You wouldn't believe the hollering that was going on in the car. Madison, Ellie...and well uh...yeah I did contribute to the kitty chorus. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! Cory was a bit upset that her momma was carried off, but there was a happy reunion when we all returned.
