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)
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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.
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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.
