I am posting in a hurry, as the computer may be going away tomorrow. It may be a bit sick or something happened to its insides. I hope not too bad, as I rely on it for my correspondence. No pictures provided as yet.
This morning I heard Lynettea mention the Vet. She must think I am stupid. Well as soon as she went outside to hang out some washing I went out and stood around. I usually just stand around and look at the pots and the vegetables and sniff at my grass or perhaps lie under a tree for a bit while she is outside. She thinks that if she keeps an eye on me I won't do anything she doesn't want me to.
As soon as she went back for the second lot of washing I wandered off slowly down to the quince tree and I won't tell you what I did then, as Lynettea might see this and I don't want her to know. Well she couldn't find me anywhere and our neighbour also came in and they searched the house and garden. Finally I was sorry for her and came out.
We went inside and I lay on my chair in the kitchen, but when she tried to pick me up I got really tense. My limbs spasmed. In spite of this she was able to put me in the pet carrier. I miaouwed all the way to the Vet. The taxi driver asked if I was ill.
We had to sit in the waiting room for a long time. Some dogs came in and out. This Vet specializes in large dogs, I think. They don't look all that smart, but their humans follow them around, so they can't be all that silly. One dog had a lady with silky hair that looked just like her.
Finally the Vet got hold of me and took me to the BACK ROOM. I know about the secret room where they jab you with needles, but I didn't flinch.Useless struggle just wears you out.
He told Lynettea I was a perfectly behaved cat.
The Vet just rang to say all my blood tests were good.
No special treats for dinner, just the same old stuff. I don't mind the taste though and there is always plenty of it. But you would think after my ordeal ....