Waffles Too Goes To The Vet, AGAIN

Hi everyone, Katie here.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Kittenhood is not all it's cracked up to be. Sure you get to eat as much as you want of the good stuff. The world, or at least the Townhouse, is your playground. And if you're really lucky, you've got a 7 year-old tuxedo cat to stalk and torment.

Alas, there's these little things (some are pretty big) called SHOTS. I'm not talking about tequila and lime wedges or those silly jello things your humans kicked back when they were younger.

VACCINATIONS. With NEEDLES.
Waffles Too has been to the Vet FIVE times since he showed up at the Townhouse.

1. Kitten well-check
2. Kitten cold and bite wound abscess. (NO I didn't do it...he came that way.)
3. Vaccination
4. Another Vaccination
5. The Big-Boy Vaccinations (rabies and distemper) 

If these paws are any indication of what's to come...he's going to be HUGE.

NOTE: I probably don't need to mention (but I will) that each visit required the ceremonious taking of the temperature.

You'd think this would bring me some sort of "get-even" pleasure. Yet, the orange beast actually likes these Vet visits. Purrs when that thermometer...well, you get the idea.

La de da...just another Vet visit. Sure, go ahead poke me, prod me. I don't mind.

Everyone knows that MY vet file has been "flagged." Extra precautions (armpit length suede gloves) are necessary when welcoming ME into the office. It's a reputation I'm quite proud of.

Waffles Too has no flags. The Vet Techs see his name on their roster and they come skipping out from the back squeeing, "Waffles!  Waffles!  Waffles is here!!!" Something about him being their favorite kitten. Such public display of affection... it's ridiculous really. 

Glogirly and Waffles Too would like to thank the great (according to them) staff at Westgate Pet Clinic in Edina, Minnesota. Frankly I don't see the attaction...but they love everyone there. 

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Waffles Too Goes To The VET

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Last week I posted on Facebook that Waffles Too had to go to the VET to get a shot, among other things. I think my exact words were, "Nana Nana Boo Boo. Waffles Too is going to the VET for another shot. Sucks to be a kitten, huh!? Better you than me, you orange maniac."



So kitties...can you believe Waffles Too actually LIKES the V-E-T???  What kind of self-respecting cat goes to the VET and smiles at his torturers?  



What kind of cat allows a thermometer to abruptly enter his nether regions without so much as a single mew?

What kind of cat elicits squees of delight from the Vet Tech AND the Vet??? 
And what? No protective armpit-length suede gloves???
It's embarrassing. 

Thanks to the pawsome staff at Westgate Pet Clinic. Yeah, thanks a lot. Ever since you called Waffles Too the most adorable kitten in the world, he's been IMPOSSIBLE to live with. Ok, he was impossible before. But please...don't encourage him.

Dis Temper Of Mine

Hi everyone, Katie here.

You are probably wondering why I've been incommunicado for the past few days. Laying low. Well if you stopped by my Facebook Fan Page, you may have gotten wind of the latest. It's not good.

Not good at all.

You see, last week Glogirly brought me to the V-E-T. That's right, the V-E-T. And not just any V-E-T. This V-E-T in apparently went to the same School of V-E-T that Fin's V-E-T went to. The Crackpot School of V-E-T.

Had I known what was in store, I would have put up a much stronger fight when Glogirly forced me into my plaid carrier. I don't care how cute and fashionable it is. I don't care that it matches her pretty red car or my pretty red chair. It's a wolf in sheep's clothing I tell you. Nothing more than a V-E-T transport system.

She even had the audacity to put Green Frog in with me. Now he stinks of V-E-T and I can't touch him.

So I had two gigantic shots. One was for rabies. So much for my theory that rabies is a dog's disease. And the second was for my temper. NEWS FLASH: A shot is NOT going to help dis temper of mine.

After the two horrific needle incidents the Crackpot V-E-T began using a word no cat wants to hear. DIET. No, not diet as in, "Hey! Let's Eat!!" We're talking diet as in "Food Deprivation." "Weight Loss." "EXERCISE." Apparently my svelte 9 pounds has turned into a tubby 10-plus. If I don't lose the weight, then we're talking low carb. LOW CARB? I bet you any amount of nip that my tasty gingivitis food is anything but low carb.

Just as we were getting ready to leave, the Crackpot V-E-T had the nerve to compliment me on my teeth. I've been doing such a good job crunching on my high fat, high calorie gingivitis food that I no longer have gingivitis. Well that's a fine how-do-you-do.

I can't win.