Dentists
Have firmly established that Zoey hates dentists as much as me. Just going to the dentist produces flop-sweat, squirming and misery - for me. For Zoey, the day consisted of tossing her in the traveling crate, taking her to vet, getting her weighed, hissing at the vet tech, hissing at the doctor, me being told that they couldn't get urine from her and the vet giving me special granules for Zoey to pee upon (nope - will take her back later, my fault for not doing the appointment in the morning) and then having the vet tech come to the house and clean Zoey's teeth which resulted in her getting wrapped up like a burrito and meowing furiously. Seriously, was surprised the police didn't come! On the plus side - no death by anesthesia (sorry Mom)!
Tomorrow I throw her in the clink. Where she will be pampered, watched on webcam and then bathed in pina colada scent and shaved before returning.
My cat is really going to hate me...
Tomorrow I throw her in the clink. Where she will be pampered, watched on webcam and then bathed in pina colada scent and shaved before returning.
My cat is really going to hate me...