This is what I did for four hours straight because of what happened in the morning . . . you might be thinking that I was so worn out from taking care of my mom for the past two weeks. Well you would be wrong. It is because that the mom is feeling better that my day didn't start out too good.
My day started out like any other day which is the way I like things . . . then I noticed this strange thing being brought in from the garage and knew right away that things were going to take a change for the worse . . . before I could run an hide the mom had me in the thing and was talking about my yearly check up with the vet . . . right away I started thinking how ungrateful she was to do this to me after all of the good care and attention I had given her since she was ill. &*&^%$# no good deed goes unpunished.
Things at the vet went pretty smoothly and I must say I got an A+ on my report. The vet was happy with my weight and said that I was even a little lighter than last year and that was a good thing. I got two shots, which I was a good girl when they gave them to me, then they left the room with me so they could trim my nails and also . . . well . . . . clean out my ears. I'm not saying if I was good or bad when they did this because I want to keep the mom guessing. I pulled a fast one on the mom, though, when it was time for us to leave. After the vet and assistant left the room it was just the mom and me so I decided that is was time to show her who was the boss. I wouldn't get into the carrier. I put all of my paws out and legs and hung onto anything I could reach. I was quiet proud of myself as I overpowered mom and she had to admit defeat. She held me tightly and opened the door of the room we were in and asked if someone could help her get me into the carrier. To our surprise the vet came into help her. I must say I really wish that I had a recorder because I gave the two of them a run for the money. After letting them struggle for awhile I decided that if I were every to get home I should get into the carrier, which I did. Soon I knew I would get some well deserved rest.
The really good news of the day was that the mom felt so bad about the vet visit she gave me treats when we arrived back at the house, spoiled me all day long, and I pretty much napped all afternoon only to have some gentle pats from mom when she would walk by me.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that to prove that I am able to get even I didn't . . . well . . . leave something in the litter box that mom had to take in to the vet so now the mom has to go back when I decide that I will cooperate. Ha, ha to her.
The really great news is that I don't have to worry about another check up until next year. Keep your eyes out and if you see the carrier coming into your living space, RUN!