One day the younger human put my collar and leash on me and put me in the carrier. The older human told me, “You’re going to go to the kitty doctor to get your claws trimmed and mats taken out of your coat.” I thought, “Hmmm—the kitty doctor—I get treats there!” The day promised to be more exciting. The younger human took me out to the car; she put my carrier on the back seat; and put herself in the front seat. The car said, “Vrooomm!” and off we went.
Once at the vet’s, it was the same weird routine as we’d run into before. You can read about it here if you want: The Abby Chronicles–Abby Goes to the Kitty Doctor–Round III, A Very Strange Visit The younger human talked into a very small box-like thing. She told me she hoped we didn’t have to wait as long as we had to before. Her hopes were answered as two female humans from the vet’s office came out and took me in the carrier. My human told them I liked going there because they gave me treats. One of the females from the vet’s office said, “You’ll get your treats, girlfriend!” A human called me “girlfriend”—can you imagine that! 🙂
Sometime later—I don’t know how long because we cats don’t keep track of time—the humans brought me back out to the car where my human waited. My claws were trimmed; those knotty, uncomfortable-to-lay-on mats were gone. I felt like a new cat! Oh—I had treats, too!
P. Booher, secretary