
Earlier this week, I heard rumblings that my annual road trip was coming up....no it is not a 'cat-cation'...it is my purrfect kitty (aka well kitty) check up with my favorite Vet Dr. Szabo. I like him, 'cause he always tells Mom how clean my teeth are (naturally), how shiny my fur is and says what glistening eyes I have. You see Mom isn't completely to blame for my Diva status. Wednesday night I took a very good bath. I washed behind my ears, cleaned my eyes, washed under my arms (all four), clean between my toes and well you know everywhere else. Thursday night, I'm walking into the kitchen for a cool drink from my fresh water fountain, Mom says to Dad, 'grab Madi'. He says 'why' he is my buddy and always has my back. Mom says, 'we need to clip her nails'. Yikes, before I could high tail it to a safe place, Dad's holding me in his arms like a hu-baby while saying, 'Madi it isn't my idea, it is Mom's, don't scratch the messenger'. (FYI: no pictures of pedicure, it takes all hands on deck for this job). Now cutting the nails is no biggy. Mom does a good, quick job and Dad always whispers sweet nothings to calm my inner lion. But I say to myself why didn't they do this Tuesday...now I have human all over me...I have to bathe again....ah a kitty's life is hard. Stay tuned for Part II, Annual Road Trip on Saturday