Going to the Vet to get tutored

[robearal]

The alarm went at 6 am. My eyes were dry and wouldn't focus. I had a headache. Luckily, I didn't need a shower. I ate some oatmeal and tried to wake up. At 7 I got dressed and got out the cat carrier. Taz started slinking and zipping around, knowing something was up. Phil finished taking out the trash. Luckily, Taz had gone to hide in the bathtub.

Comments

[randomcub]

It's a Stealth testicle!

[furr_a_bruin]

When I was a kid, after we had Mr. Marmalade (aka "Cat" ;) fixed, we could NOT get him into a car without resorting to bondage. We'd wrap him in a towel like a kitty mummy; he'd yowl until we were in the car with the doors closed, at which point I guess he resigned himself to the trip. If we were going from the house in Winchester out to the ranch or vice versa and were making no stops along the way, I'd unwrap him once we got going and he would act quite normal - looking out the windows, curl up and take a snooze - but the moment a car door opened, he was OUT LIKE A ROCKET!

We never had to take him to the vet again, but he never got over his hatred of car trips.

[albadger]

Sparky sends get-well wishes to Taz, and reminds him that gettin' some isn't the most important thing in life anyway!