Held Captive: The Vet Visit

Good Monday Morning Friends...I trust you had a better weekend than I did.

Saturday morning started off as per norm..as soon as Mom's feet hit the floor she fed me. Smart Mom. She and Dad were having a leisurely breakfast and reading the paper so I decided great time for a nap so off I trot to my current favorite nap spot, the back of Dad's reading chair.

When all of a sudden.....

Slam, bam, thank you ma'am!! I went from a cozy, warm nap to being held captive.

Not only did Mom stuff my lovely, lucious, full figured body into a crate with a lock on it, she also

put the seat belt around me. Just how did she expect me to escape? My name is

Madi not Houdini....

If you click on the picture, you will my best imitation of a deer in headlights.

I was in the car for a total of 4 minutes, from my house to the Vet; however, I still had time to sing "Don't Fence Me In" by Roger Rogers, in my best soprano voice.... and was about to sing it again when we arrived

at the Vet's....oh look they have a special door just for CATS...but I don't see

a door for Divas so I suggested that we go home.....

that suggestion fell on deaf ears. In we go and are quickly ushered into Room 5.

Unfortunately, there are no pictures of me making a grand entrance because

MOM HAD TO USE both hands to turn my crate upside down....yep I fell out front feet first while the back feet had a death grip on the back of the crate. Thankfully Dr. S always has a very nice soft mat on the stainless steel table which made my landing soft.

Ok this isn't so bad lets check things out.

I quickly spied instruments of torture awaiting me...see right there at the tip of my tail are two vials, two instruments of torture (aka needles disguised in paper wrap) and two syringes...ok it is time to for this chick to blow this joint. I'm trying my darnest to get into my crate ASAP....

MOOOOOOOOOOOM help!!

While we waited for Dr. S we enjoyed Audio and Visual Arts entertainment.

Who knew my Vet had a K9 choir in house. They were quite eager to sing their rendition of John Denver's "Country Road Take me Home". There was one itty bitty puppy singing off key. Mom told me they were in the clinker for the weekend. Considering this bit of information, I quickly forgave them for being off key.

While they took a water break, Mom and I enjoyed looking a some very pretty pictures room 5.

I was chillin' enjoying the art work, when in walks Dr. S. That man has a sweet tongue (aka sneaky) and a gentle touch. First thing he said was hello Madi you are very pretty and so soft. I'm thinking I have him wrapped around my little paw. All of a sudden he starts poking and prodding and touching my lovely body in places not even my Mom is allowed to touch. He got a death gripe on my upper jaw to look in my mouth to look at my pearly whites. I just missed an opportunity to show him how good they work. They past inspection but gosh Dr. S next time just ask, I'll be glad to show you my teeth. Now the moment of truth...a lovely lady comes in to whisk me away. She said something about a SENIOR blood panel. Surely she wasn't referring to me!!! After stealing my blood they gave me two shots. I made note of her name. There will be a voodoo doll made in her likeness today. She also weighed me. You all know, I'm very proud of my full girl figure!!! In a flash I was back with pleased as punch to tell Mom..........drum roll please..... that there are 12.1 lbs of Madi to love. The evil Dr. S returns he tends to think less (of Madi) is better than more (of Madi). He strongly suggests that I should drop at least 1 lb. He had the nerve to tell Mom she should cut back on my kibble. That was not what I wanted to hear. Since I was once again in my crate and ready to go home, I decided Mom and I would continue this discussion at home.

The rest of the day was a blur, the shots always make me sleepy. Mom and Dad left home which gave me an excellent opportunity to nap.

Thankfully it is all over for a year; however, just before bedtime Mom and I discussed the kibble issue or lack there of...and I sadly report Mom 1 Madi 0

Madi