Feral Friday: We're Going Where???

Hola kitties! I hope you had a good week. Mine started out not so good. I was blindsided! Yes I was. This morning I was subjected to my annual trip to hell trip to the V-E-T. I was rammed into my PTU and whisked away before I could realize what was happening. Usually I have a clue by hearing TW make the appointment over the phone but this was a total surprise. Is the pandemic over already? They told me I wouldn't have to go unless one of them could come in with me. That one turned out to be Pop who doesn't write this blog.

There I was sleeping on Pop's bed when suddenly TW burst in holding the dreaded prisoner transport unit. I was once again manhandled by Pop into the carrier while the woman shoved my privates in. I kicked, screamed, sang the songs of my people. Aunt Theresa picked us up and the non-stop chatter started. It was like they hadn't seen or even talked to each other in years. Oh, that's right—they hadn't. I wailed and loudly sang in the car. [Ed note: there was hardly a peep out of her.] We called from the parking lot to announce our arrival and they told us Pop and the cheat notes TW provided him with could come in with me. TW and Aunt T. sat in the car and gossiped about me (prolly).

Would love to say how happy I was to see Dr. D., but can't. She was happy to see The Celebrity Cat who's a buff 9.5 lbs. She and the tattooed and multi-pierced vet tech opened up the PTU and slowly removed The Cat and immediately burritoed me in a towel. Dr. D. checked my ears and teeth and mouth and stuff while talking to Pop about me. He listed all the issues TW included in his cheat notes.

Dr. D. then started to take my beautiful, long, sharp claws that get caught on everything one by one. I struggled, hissed, growled and tried to escape to no avail. The final insult was when she grabbed my leg, poured some liquid on and started looking for a vein. Again, I screamed, hissed, growled and tried to save myself to no avail. I'm proud to say it took not one but two vet techs in welding gloves to hold me down. [Ed. note: no cat was harmed at the vet]  I think Pop enjoyed just watching The Cat tortured. (Ed. note: not true; it was painful). I am sad to say, she got half a vial of my bloods and I did not get any of theirs.

They spoke in hushed tones about The Cats age! How rude!

When we arrived home, TW and Aunt T. were still chattering only now unfortunately Pop joined them. I thought they'd never shut up. Yadda yadda yadda—oh wait, did TW suggest ordering Chinese takeout for lunch? Well they better shut up and get in the condo or the Chinese lunch specials would be over. I believe I should get more than one Chinese lunch outta this.

Once back upstairs in the condo, I hurt all over, especially my pride. Revenge is a dish best served cold and over and over and over.

All photos are file footage cos Pop forgot neglected to take any. 

UPDATE: My bloodwork came back fine; all within normal range. Dr. D. said my blood sugar was a bit high which she attributed to stress of being at the stabby place. Not bad for a 16-year-old ghetto kitteh!

Friendly Fill-Ins

Now it's time to join the Friendly Fill-Ins, a weekly feature held at this time, which is already in progress. Our hosts—15andmeowing and Four Legged Furballs—need no innerductions as they are giants in the cat blogging world. They think up the fill-ins and I fill in the answers. My answers are underlined and in italics. This week my image relates to fill-in number three.

1. I would like to be more feral and less domesticated. I seem to be getting softer as I age although you wouldn't know it from the v-e-t. Sometimes I go days without biting any of the peeps.

2. The color of my furz is smokey gray and white. My tail is actually tabby striped.

3. Climbing in my cube today was a difficult choice for me to make. Should I give it another chance? After all, that cube has attacked me at least four times. Pop told me it was safe since my claws are nubby and less likely to get caught.

4. I never have trouble sleeping during the day. I'm real restless at night and keep getting up to sing the song of my people. I got soul but apparently the peeps prefer some other kind of song.

Caturday Art

Sunday is Drawing Day so I decided to share a drawing I've been working on. It's also Sea Monkey Day but I didn't draw any of those. I knew you would rather see something stunning. I just have so many talents. Should I paint this or leave it as a drawing?

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Caturday Art is hosted by the lovely Athena Cat Goddess Wise Kitty and her mum to showcase the latest art by anipal artists using the many different digital apps, Photoshop or original art.