Vet Visit Terror
August 18, 2000

Man did today suck! I got up and then I had to go to the vets. I got to the vets and then I remembered everything that has ever happened there. It all came back like a flood of water. Like when mommy's hair clogs the bathroom drain and the water fills up too much. You just can't stop it! Yes, I remembered. From the poking and prodding, to the cold hands and cold steel. It was horrible. That's where they made it so I could never bare children. Then again, that was probably a good thing. I don't think I could handle being a mommy. Back to the events...

The nurse wanted to weigh me, but I would have NONE of that. She attempted to get me out of the carrier, but I wouldn't budge. When she attempted to pull me out, I dug my claws in and pushed back. I was not coming out without a fight. Finally, mommy, daddy and the nurse had to take the top off and drag me out. I was not a happy kitty.

Daddy held me after the nurse left. That's the only thing he could do. He finally let me down, and I did some exploring. I sniffed like there was no tomorrow. I figured I was going to get all of the goods on this place. Then it began...

A man walked in, and I remembered even more. He was the man that always stuck me. He was the man that always moved my ears in every direction. He was the man that always made me cry! He was.... The Vet!

He did it all to me again. I screamed and I cried, but I couldn't go anywhere. He stuck something in my ears and it was cold. I was so mad, I wanted to claw. I didn't. I knew what he was capable of, and I didn't want to go through anything painful.

The vet left the room, but mommy and daddy didn't budge. They let me walk around the room. There was a dog in the room next door, so I stuck my paw under the door, to let it know I felt it's pain. Though I am not always a fan of dogs, in this circumstance, we were all one being! Once being experiencing such awful emotions.

Alas, I thought the vet was gone for good. He was not. He came back and scooped me against him. I knew what was going to happen. He grabbed my scruff and then it came. The shot. It tore through me like a knife. I cried and cried, but mommy and daddy did nothing. I was so upset. Mommy let me back into my carrier, and she closed the latch. She told me I would be alright.

We got home, and I did not want to talk. Daddy went to work, and mommy let me be. I went and sat in my bed for a long while. Then I came out for something to drink. Mommy picked me up and started talking. She told me that when she was my age (3) she had to get shots like I did, but more of them. She said she wasn't allowed to go to certain countries without them. I meowed to mommy and told her I don't want to go to a country where I have to get shots. I think she understood. She hugged me, and played with me, and then I went back to bed.

I think the shot had some sort of weird effect on me. I was very very relaxed. All I did was lounge either in my bed, or on mommy. I haven't had the hunger like I normally do. But when I ate, I ate it all! Strange.

Well, that's about it. When daddy got home, I said hi and then went back to lounging around the house. Nothing else interesting. Sorry! I shall talk to you later diary.

-Skittles

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