Dear Diary,
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.
Toodles,
Tabs
Thanks Tabs, your posts never fail to put a big smile on my face! 🙂
Poor Tabs, the vet is never fun… Did they take you to Nordstrom afterwards to make up for their deception?
Diamondhead is a wonderful backdrop for you, Tabs.
Mahalo for your diary entry and yes, I hope you were compensated for the vet deception!
Glad this year’s vet visit wasn’t as eventful! Quincy doesn’t love the vet either, but the techs there appreciate that he’s rather personable for a bunny and give him lots of lurvies.
Darn, the old Nordstrom trick! Anyone could have fallen for that one.
Oh Tabs! I’m a vet- I tend to cover cats ears when mentioning their weight to their humans! How inconsiderate! 😉 glad you got a clean bill of health!
I’m proud of you, Tabs. No one likes to be poked and prodded but it sounds like you handled this trip with grace. Well done!
O lala, a latte with a longhaired Persian named Chiffon? I hope we will hear more of that story!
Well we gotta make sure our favorite Tabby is fit and healthy, right!
Pebbles goes to the vet today.
She needs more Prozac and they have to check her for this refill.
Sometimes she pees on me on the way to the vet.
ugh.
The thermometer situation is ridiculous. They operate on eyes with laser beams, you think there would be a better way to check temperature. Glad you got a clean bill of health! 🙂
Tabs, is that your female assistant showing off your future apprentice ..via tum tum?