Mouses woman, watch where you're puttin' my tail.
Three legs in? You think that's gonna stop me? THINK AGAIN, Peepers. As long as I've got one leg not in the carrier...
TOO LATE! I managed to get a second leg out. Haha! And now for a thir....
I looked about, furtively. What to do, what to do... How could I make my escape?
Yup, you heard right, my friends. I, Seville the Cat, peed. I Peed uPon the PeeP.
Of course, since my hind legs and tail were actually inside the carrier at the time...
Okay, so I, Seville the Cat, managed to pee on the towel in the carrier, and not upon the peep.
But then, do you know what she did next?
Well I'll TELL you what she did next.
The peep, bein' a peep, stuffed the rest of me inside the carrier, and managed to shut its door, tight.
I'm tellin' ya, I thought she'd at least let me out and give me a chance to clean myself up. You know, while she kept herself busy cleaning up the crate.
After all, that IS what she did last time.
Of course, now that I think about it, the LAST time... Hmmm... You know, I think I kinda recall peein' on the peep TWICE, the last time she was puttin' me into a crate. Once with the first attempt, and then again whilst she was tryin' to get me back inside the crate after cleanin' out... Well... Said crate.
Guess she learned a lesson, huh?
And who knew my peep could learn anythin' new? I mean, they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Who knew new tricks could be taught to a slightly used peep?
Peepers! Careful with how you're handling this crate. I AM in it, you know. Stop jostling me about like that.
Humph. The last time I went to see the doctor for blood work, I was put in a super duper large metal cage thingy. Now I say, "case thingy," on account of it not bein' an actual cage. Oh sure, it looked like a cage. It even smelled like a cage. But the nurse said it wasn't a cage, at all. She said - as she shoved me inside - that it was more like a special, enclosed pedestal or THRONE.
Anyway, the last time I was there, my doctor crawled right inside my special, enclosed pedestal slash throne with me. Can you believe it? Yup, that's just what she did. I guess she wanted special treatment, too. Special treatment reserved for special kitties like me.
But the last time I went to see the doctor, I wasn't nearly as annoyed with Peep #1 as I am today.
Plus, as I mentioned earlier, the LAST TIME I went, I managed to pee ON the peep, as well as the inside of the carrier.
But THIS time...
I WAS DEPRIVED.
So this time, if Doctor T crawls into the special, enclosed pedestal slash throne with me...
Let's just say, they don't call it a throne for nothin'.
Things like that just shouldn't happen Seville, Grrrrr fur sure!ReplyDelete
Ugh, we hope you weren't too tough on the vet, Sivvers!ReplyDelete
Oh my, Seville. I do hope that everything is well and good. The nerve of the peep!ReplyDelete
I must admit, I've never peed on my peep but I also believe in the old saying "NEVER SAY NEVER".......ReplyDelete
Uh oh, Dr.T needs to be very careful!ReplyDelete
I hope your blood work comes out looking good, Seville!ReplyDelete
Seville, we've got to work with what we have!ReplyDelete
You going to the V-E-T again has me worried Severs. Have you not been feeling well? It makes purr-fect sense that you want to leave a strong statement behind in that "cagey thing" to let them know that you are not happy with the situation. Tee hee hee. Luvs.ReplyDelete
I really really hate the dreaded crate!ReplyDelete
Sorry you had to go to the vet.ReplyDelete