My terrible ordeal
Lynettea thought otherwise. She rang and made an appointment and booked a taxi for us. She knows I hate taxis.
I decided not to go and she was mortified. I almost felt sorry for her. She had to ring up the Vet clinic and tell them I wouldn't get into the pet transport module. Then she had to cancel the taxi. The Vet receptionist laughed and told her to bring me in when she got me in the cage.
Later on I was conned into the front part of the house and Lynettea shut all the doors. She still couldn't get me into the cage, as my legs are extensible in all directions and they kept sticking out. Then our neighbour, Orla's Mum, came to the door and agreed to help, when she saw I would not go into the cage.
She picked me up when I wasn't expecting and dropped me in and then Lynettea shut the cage top.
The taxi was not too bad and the Vet, although examining me in an intrusive manner, was reasonably gentle. I stayed with most of me under a big bath towel most of the time. He had to feel around to locate bits of me. He located my paws and trimmed back my nails, which I did not appreciate.
After that we had to wait for a taxi and it didn't come. We sat for two hours waiting until the Vet nurses shut the surgery. One of them drove us home. Otherwise we would have had to stay there all night, cold and hungry.
Today I am resting.
Lynettea says she is feeling tired, but thankful I have had my vaccinations for this year.
Comments
WE know how you feel Sasha and we don't like it either.
How awful that the taxi did not come!
We are glad you got a ride home,but having to wait 2 hours :( Arrrrgh!!
You deserve a good nap and some treats for your ordeal.
Purrs Georgia and Julie,
Treasure and JJ
Gigi