How much more I have to suffer I don't know. Yesterday it was a trip to the VET for my annual jabs and intrusive fondling all over my body by unwanted hands. The VET was rather quiet and I thought he looked nervous. I am a big kitty now. He said to Lynettea that I was very TAME when he prodded my mouth open to put in a worming tablet. I could have told him I DO NOT HAVE WORMS. But no-one thinks to ask me, the one who really knows.
Lynettea said I was very good. She was pleased at all the flattery from the VET about how beautiful I looked and what good condition I was in (perfect condition). Now I have to try to eat large chunks of dental food as my gums were a bit reddened. I can hardly stretch my mouth around them.
Some good news: a picture of MY REAL MOTHER. Lynettea found one for me.
|Me and my Real Mum. Can you tell which is ME?|
|Me in my outside cane igloo|
|Me looking sweet on my wolf rug|
|I am transforming into WOLF|