I’m baaack! Guess who returned from the islands feeling refreshed and renewed? This cat right here.
I’m still going through some vacation withdrawals, so bear with me if I occassionally lapse into a Hawaiian chant or get up to do the hula.
Actually, I’m more of a Tahitian dancer myself… I’m all about the hips.
I had grand plans to spend last Friday recovering from my vacation, haha, but alas, I was thwarted. My two assistants (damn them) conspired against me.
OK, I’m being dramatic. (What? Me, dramatic?) It was time for my annual checkup and, purr usual, it was a whole Jason Bourne-caliber situation to get me there because my two assistants know that as much as I love taking care of this body, I hate taking it to the vet. So, they deceived me under the guise of “going to Nordstrom.” I happily entered my cat carrier thinking that I was going to be able to pick up some Burberry or Prada, but then we pulled up to the Mill Valley Cat Clinic instead…
I briefly thought about doing a repeat of my last vet visit, otherwise known as my crowning glory.
Wait — do you not remember this, Diary? Of course you do! It was the time when I poo’d on my male assistant just as we got to the clinic. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to top that, but I was in a better mood this time, probably still from Hawaii hangover, so I refrained from projecting any bodily fluids.
The visit went well. Of course I don’t enjoy being manhandled, and that thermometer? I need to have my team work on a way to check a cat’s temperature without it being violated. If we figured that out, we coud rule the world. Anyway, the vet gave me a clean bill of health, although I did not appreciate his reference to my advanced age and my “sturdiness,” which I think was code for “plus size.”
While I was in the waiting room, I scoped out the other kitties in their carriers to see if there was any modeling potential, but I think we were all under duress, so it wasn’t like we were on fleek or anything. I did manage to make some new connections, though, and plan on having a latte with a lovely long-haired Persian named Chiffon sometime next week.