This week, I was subjected to one of the longest trips of my life. I think we even crossed an ocean. Is that possible? Geography isn’t my strength.
It may not have been as long as my flight from Texas to the Pacific Northwest, but it was close. I have not talked about this much on my blog, but I am a great traveler. I go into my carrier without fighting the humans. The bearded one sits in the back of the car with me and opens the door. I get to look out the window at the moving scenery, which is a passing strange experience, let me tell you.
One time, I accidentally rolled down the window while putting my front paws on the armrest. I stayed in the car, but if your cat is not as well-behaved as yours truly, you might want to make sure the window-operating mechanism is locked.
So they brought me to a different vet this time. I don’t know why I need to see so many “professionals.” I suppose they know how special I am; they want to make sure I receive the best care possible to keep me hale and hearty.
Just please don’t schedule appointments at my breakfast time again. I was so hungry. And stop trying to take my temperature. I don’t have a fever!
