~ In happier times ~
Well, Kitties, you would never believe what happened to me at 3:30 p.m. today, Tuesday, August 21, 2012, a Day That Will Live in Infamy.
For the past few days, my left eye has been leaky and schmutzy and the Human decided that, although she has not been able to get me into a PTU since I was a wee lad of four or five months, there was nothing for it but a trip to the Ebil Vet, the Stabby Place, a place I had heard tell of, but of which my personal memory had faded into the dim mists of time.
Well, I was unceremoniously dumped into a big plastic and metal box, Kitties. ME! Spitty-the-Kitty! Into a BOX! A little metal door was slammed and I was whisked away against my will and shoved into an even bigger metal box that began to move.
I was so terrified I was SPEECHLESS. Can you even imagine???
Then I found myself in a Little Room alone with my Human, who
That lasted until Satan's Minion entered the Little Room. Oh yes, she spoke softly, she was easy on the eyes, but she was the Spawn of the Devil.
She and the Human conferred. Terrible actions were contemplated, and WORSE, carried out.
The Ebil Vet and her Ebil Lackey could not get hold of me for an injection, so....I was GASSED !!!!! To tell the truth, I am kind of proud of that. They had to take me down, Kitties. Spitty did not surrender!
My eye was medicated (conjunctivitis). My claws were clipped. I was injected with something called "booster" vaccines.
But that is not all, not by a long shot. There was WORSE.
Can you guess? Well, CAN YOU?
I, Spitty I, King of California and the Western Lands, was t-u-t-o-r-e-d.
To be honest, I'm not even quite sure what that means. So please, if you decide to tell me, break it to me gently.
You can reach me UTB for the foreseeable future.