"Let us go forth a while, and get better air in our lungs. Let us leave our closed rooms...
The game of ball is glorious."

--Walt Whitman

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Not Our Best Day

See this cat? This cat hates me.

This cat hates me because, in the course of an hour and a half, I:

  • woke her from her nap (also known as "daylight")
  • stuffed her into a small crate
  • carried her from her home out into the big scary world
  • took her WAY too close (approximately 20 feet) to traffic
  • handed her over to strangers who:
    • stuck a thermometer somewhere she did not find amusing
    • drew her blood...twice
    • held her over a sterile basin and squeezed
  • stuffed her back into the crate
  • took her back out into the big scary world
  • woke her up from her restorative post-trauma nap to squirt antibiotics down her throat
And though I attempted to explain that I, too, had had something of a traumatic afternoon, she failed to see how loss of large amounts of "money" (whatever that is) and witnessing smoke coming off one's "debit card" (ditto) is in any way comparable to the indignities she suffered.

On the other hand, I'll get paid again long before she stops having Clavamox squirted down her throat twice daily...

2 rejoinders:

Anonymous sounded off...

Sorry to hear about the cat's problems. Hope she'll get better.


Jim H. sounded off...

Cats are such ingrates. Maybe it would like some ramen for dinner.