I'm not talking to Cameron any more today. The indignity of a visit to the vet is unforgiveable. I was enjoying my rare glimpse of the sun, stretched out and soaking it up when I was manhandled into a tiny box. Not asked, not warned, nothing. Just stuffed right in. I told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of him, but that didn't seem to matter.
I like the vet. She's got beautiful long, dark hair. She gets right on my level and really connects. Scratches me behind the ears, which I love. It's just that by the time I see her, I've been poked and prodded and absolutely tortured by the bloody assistant-in-training. Cold hands, no tableside manner. Doesn't know how to treat me, AT ALL.
Cameron was going on, to BOTH of them, about how me and that brat of his can't get along. That's when the vet mentioned therapy. I KNOW she was talking about Joshua.
NO Cameron. You don't get to pet the cat. The cat is OUT of here for now.
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I'm Gizmo. I own Cameron, who ended up getting hooked up with a brat named Joshua, which we've had to adopt. It was suggested on my last vet visit that I needed to see a therapist. Until they make housecalls, this will have to do.
Hate the Brat! Feed the Cat!
Cats are dangerous companions for writers because cat watching is a near-perfect method of writing avoidance.
~Dan Greenburg
Everything I know I learned from my cat:
When you're hungry, eat.
When you're tired, nap in a sunbeam.
When you go to the vet's, pee on your owner.
~Gary Smith
Spank the Brat! Pet the Cat!
I had been told that the training procedure with cats was difficult. It's not. Mine had me trained in two days. ~Bill Dana
Pet the cat, not the brat!
The reason cats climb
is so that they can look down on almost every other animal
- it's also the reason they hate birds.
~K.C. Buffington
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