Poor Isaac
My poor dear little Isaac had an appointment with Dr. John,
a very nice lady veterinarian that specializes in felines, late
this morning. All was well until dreaded “cat taxi” time.
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already except for putting on my LOTR’s hoodie. Earlier I had
set Isaac up by opening his favorite window hoping that he’d be lured by the fresh
air, tweeting birds and warm sun to stretch out on the “go-see. ”Sure enough there
he was all floppy, lazzzzy and doped on sunbeams. All he needed was a pair of dark
sexy shades, a beach towel, some tuna hors d'oeuvre (light on the oil, he’s watching
his flubber) and one of those high octane fruity drinks with the prerequisite tiny
umbrella and he’d be set for the day! So what does his darling Mommy do? Why, she
grabs him up quick, shoves him into a plastic box with bars! Jailed! And for what?!?
Isaac was NOT going without a fight. It didn’t matter that the “cell” door was
secured … he’s breaking out! Well, he did yowl, cry and carry on. Rocking the kitty
travel carrier like crazy until mommy toted poor little Isaac off to the van for the
trip to the EVIL place where there are needles and whatnot! Isaac continued voicing
his lamentation. Until we got into the examination room and he was released from his
confinement. Oh my! Poor Isaac had been so set to breakout that he’d head butted
the “bars” to the carrier leading with his little bitty nose. Actually it’s not so
little any more. Now it’s swollen, bruising and scratched up, already forming a small
scab and he is slightly wheezing through it. The Doctor and I made a big fuss
over his booboo with loads of cooing & petting. Isaac was a good little eunuch and
took his injections stoically. Afterwards he was treated to two kitty toy filled
with organic kitty weed, his favorite lunch of shredded turkey & cheese and a
recuperating nap.
a very nice lady veterinarian that specializes in felines, late
this morning. All was well until dreaded “cat taxi” time.
Type your cut contents here. Read more...I was
already except for putting on my LOTR’s hoodie. Earlier I had
set Isaac up by opening his favorite window hoping that he’d be lured by the fresh
air, tweeting birds and warm sun to stretch out on the “go-see. ”Sure enough there
he was all floppy, lazzzzy and doped on sunbeams. All he needed was a pair of dark
sexy shades, a beach towel, some tuna hors d'oeuvre (light on the oil, he’s watching
his flubber) and one of those high octane fruity drinks with the prerequisite tiny
umbrella and he’d be set for the day! So what does his darling Mommy do? Why, she
grabs him up quick, shoves him into a plastic box with bars! Jailed! And for what?!?
Isaac was NOT going without a fight. It didn’t matter that the “cell” door was
secured … he’s breaking out! Well, he did yowl, cry and carry on. Rocking the kitty
travel carrier like crazy until mommy toted poor little Isaac off to the van for the
trip to the EVIL place where there are needles and whatnot! Isaac continued voicing
his lamentation. Until we got into the examination room and he was released from his
confinement. Oh my! Poor Isaac had been so set to breakout that he’d head butted
the “bars” to the carrier leading with his little bitty nose. Actually it’s not so
little any more. Now it’s swollen, bruising and scratched up, already forming a small
scab and he is slightly wheezing through it. The Doctor and I made a big fuss
over his booboo with loads of cooing & petting. Isaac was a good little eunuch and
took his injections stoically. Afterwards he was treated to two kitty toy filled
with organic kitty weed, his favorite lunch of shredded turkey & cheese and a
recuperating nap.