At the kitty doctor
Whew. First of all, I’m fine. My monkeylady stuck me in a carrier today and we drove for a long time. I continually begged to be let out and for us to go back to the little building, but the world just kept moving around us.
Eventually, we got to this big, noisy echoing place that was absolutely full of dogs (yuck). They kept coming up to my little cage and sniffing at me. Finally, my monkey moved so her hind legs were in front of the cage, and that was better. After along wait, we went in a little room, and they let me out of the cage. The table I was on smelt of wet dogs (yuck).
After an even longer wait, during which I eventually relaxed and played with the catnip pillow thing, a very young male monkey came in. He felt me all over, looked in my ears, and looked at my teeth. I was horrified! I thought once again that I was being turned back in to the prison system! However, after my monkey and the doctor monkey chattered for a while, I was invited to re-enter my cage, which was an improvement.
And then we left, high-dee-ho, and we’re back again in the little building.
The fuzzy one came back from somewhere and petting and playing ensued. So it seems my little excursion today was no big deal.
It’s good to be “home.”