Vignettes, 1/14/11 to present
Fidelio: *enters house after work* Jemmy!
Jemmy: Yo.
Fidelio: *seizes cat, attempts to insert in carrier*
Jemmy: No.
Fidelio: You'll be glad you made this trip, cat. *shoves cat into carrier*
Jemmy: And I am telling you I'm not going.
Fidelio: Too late. You're in the box and the door is closed.
Jemmy: Woe!
several minutes later
Vet Tech: How's my sweetie? *opens carrier* Come on out now.
Jemmy: Nunh-unh. Like it in here fine.
Vet tech: Oh, come on out, there's a good boy.
Fidelio: We'll have to use forse. *tips carrier so cat slides towards door*
Jemmy: Brute!
Fidelio: You'll want a towel. He's really not happy about this trip.
Vet tech: *mops underside of cat* Happens a lot.
Vet techs Two and Three: What a sweet boy!
Vet techs: *huddle around cat* *pin cat to table* *begin snipping stitches*
Jemmy: I endure. Violent protest is unworthy of me.
Vet tech: There! We're done! The collar can come off now. *removes Cone of Shame*
Jemmy: At last! *begins scratching neck with hind leg*
several more minutes later
Fidelio: *sets carrier down inside house* *opens carrier*
Jemmy: At last, at last, thank Bastet at last... *exits carrier* *begins grooming*
Monday morning
Jemmy: *grooms*
Fidelio: Are you still doing that?
Jemmy: I'm almost caught up.
Fidelio: Except for the time you've spent sleeping and eating, you have done nothing but groom yourself since we got back from getting your stitches out.
Jemmy: Yeah. It's just wonderful.
Jemmy: Yo.
Fidelio: *seizes cat, attempts to insert in carrier*
Jemmy: No.
Fidelio: You'll be glad you made this trip, cat. *shoves cat into carrier*
Jemmy: And I am telling you I'm not going.
Fidelio: Too late. You're in the box and the door is closed.
Jemmy: Woe!
several minutes later
Vet Tech: How's my sweetie? *opens carrier* Come on out now.
Jemmy: Nunh-unh. Like it in here fine.
Vet tech: Oh, come on out, there's a good boy.
Fidelio: We'll have to use forse. *tips carrier so cat slides towards door*
Jemmy: Brute!
Fidelio: You'll want a towel. He's really not happy about this trip.
Vet tech: *mops underside of cat* Happens a lot.
Vet techs Two and Three: What a sweet boy!
Vet techs: *huddle around cat* *pin cat to table* *begin snipping stitches*
Jemmy: I endure. Violent protest is unworthy of me.
Vet tech: There! We're done! The collar can come off now. *removes Cone of Shame*
Jemmy: At last! *begins scratching neck with hind leg*
several more minutes later
Fidelio: *sets carrier down inside house* *opens carrier*
Jemmy: At last, at last, thank Bastet at last... *exits carrier* *begins grooming*
Monday morning
Jemmy: *grooms*
Fidelio: Are you still doing that?
Jemmy: I'm almost caught up.
Fidelio: Except for the time you've spent sleeping and eating, you have done nothing but groom yourself since we got back from getting your stitches out.
Jemmy: Yeah. It's just wonderful.