The horror started with Mom putting me in the carrier.
Mom didn't dare to take any photos of me in the office. I was too fearsome. The vet had to call in for reinforcements. They did find 3 tiny knots.
When were done I ran into the carrier of my own free will! Then Mom went out to the receptionist's desk to make another appointment for me.
Also--kitties--I'm starting to trust Mom a bit more. I will allow her to brush around my head and my mane. I'm getting better. I don't know why I go all crazy kitty.
Then Mom let me sniff her snazzy new red shoes. Kitties, I love Mom's shoes. Only Mom puts these new shoes high up on a shelf when she isn't wearing them. I love them a bit too much and she needs them for sore middle aged feets.
Purrs to you for a great week with NO vet visits!
Miss Emily and Winston Kitty