What a dirty, rotten trick. That dang human.
Today I was sound asleep on the bed and the Can Opener came in and loved on me and spoke really super sweetly to me- and picked me up and I was loving it. Then she walked me into the living room and put me in my carrier, and said she was taking me to the vet!
It scared me. I know she’s taken me to the vet before, but that carrier brings back bad memories for me. In the past, (before I came here with my new humans), every time I had to go into that thing I was left with a stranger for a long time. With no toys, and no warm laps- (except for the last person who brought me here). And I never knew how long I’d be there, or what would happen next, or whether I’d be okay or something would happen to me.
And I know my humans love me- but still- I’m always afraid they’ll take me someplace and leave me and I’ll never see them again.
Now that it’s over, I know she did it to make sure I’m healthy. But now, I had to get something called a steroid shot! That hurt! And, the human asked them to give me medicine to put in my eyes every day, and even though I’ve gone down from 16.9 lbs last year, to 16.3 today, the vet says I need a diet! That’s a four-letter-word! That’s not nice at all.
And then, guess what? I heard the Can Opener tell them that she’d already started giving me smaller portions a little more spread out during the day for the last several months! HOW RUDE!
Hey- that’s probaby why I lost those precious few ounces! I WANT MY OUNCES BACK!!