I'm a Brave Boy

Meow!

Other Mother is a stealthy cat; I must keep a better eye on her. When I was least expecting it, she scooped me up into her normally loving arms and craftily backed me up into my carrier before I knew what was happening. I didn't even put my legs out to prevent going in, but just sat down in the box. What a scam! She had the lid closed before I could start meowing in protest. Where to next? I had no clue, but gave her a piece of my meow all the way there!

So, we arrived at a place that smelled of .... other furry creatures. This was not reassuring, but Other Mother spoke softly to me and told me it was ok and that I was a good boy. Purr. Next, somebody took me out of the box and plunked me on a large thing that weighed me...13.3 lbs! Everybody crowed over what a big boy I was. Then I got put back into the box, protesting a little bit this time, and taken into another room where a lady examined me all over and cleaned out my ears and poked my belly and checked my teeth and clipped my claws and told Other Mother that I was a very expensive Manx. Ha, ha. According to the lady, I am a brown classic tabby, the best kind in my book.

Oh, yes, I almost forgot...I got two shots in my heinie (rabies and distemper). Meow! Ow! I was very brave and only hissed a few times. Then it was back into the box again and back in the car. By that time I was so rattled that I had an "accident. " Other Mother opened the car windows on the way home. Once home she put me in the laundry room and closed the door so she could assess the mess before I spread it all over the house. I wouldn't do that! Instead I headed for the back of the dryer again until I got my nerve up to come out. Other Mother gave me some food and then wiped my fur a bit, but I did the proper clean-up, cat style! It was no time before I was back on my paws and this was just a distant bad memory. The shots did make me sleepy, so it was a restful end of the day. Other Mother was relieved that this was all over, too.