The woman has taken the cat basket down from the top of the wardrobe. I am suspicious.
Whatever the reason, it bodes no good for me. It means I’m off to some place I don’t want to go to.
Remember that swanky ‘cat motel’ I was dumped in? Nothing but some ordinary, run-of-the-mill cattery with big pot plants and piped bird tweets. What a rip-off!
See one boarding cattery and you’ve seen them all. Dismal places. I’m not going. I refuse.
Or could it be I’m off to the Vet?
I wonder if it’s something to do with my teeth tooth. I have no desire whatsoever for anyone to be poking around in my mouth, I swear I will savagely maul any hand that comes near me.
Best to pop off for a nap in some inaccessible and totally out of the way spot where no one would ever dream to find me and ignore anyone calling my name. Goodnight.
Oh noes! Run for your life!
Its OK! She is probably taking you to …
BO BO BOOM!!!
The “V.E.T”!
V.E.T stands 4
Very
Emature
Toctor
P.S. is that spelled right???