Hi everyone, Katie here.
Well yesterday's pet psychic didn't see THIS coming. Either that or she was holding back.
I was abruptly woken from my peaceful slumber and stuck inside this carrier, against my will I might add. I could have sworn I had my kitty well-check at the vet just last week but according to my chart it's been a whole year.
I was in fine form and did not disappoint. The vet tech went straight for the armpit length suede gloves. The gloveless vet was living on the edge though as she looked inside my ears and mouth. Had I not been wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, I'm certain there would have been blood.
The good news is I'm down to a sleek and svelte 10.2 pounds and am no longer a contestant on The Biggest Loser. The bad news is I overheard White Coat tell Glogirly I only need 185 calories a day to maintain my girlish figure.
185??? Surely that must be a typo. This does not bode well for my freeze dried salmon habit.