hospital

I languish in a cage in an alien and nasty smelling place. They have done dreadful things to me. Violated me! I have tubes in my legs and, I can tell you, I would bite the next person who comes up and fiddles with them except for the fact that I have a bandage of some sort around my jaw. (Not a … [Read more...] about In which I Languish in a Cage

I have a hearty dislike of going to the vet. The woman knows this! She still chooses to ignore my feelings and allows me to appear foolish in front of strangers. Once again I end up in a waiting room which should by rights be segregated. Why should I be forced to lose dignity by being … [Read more...] about In which I am at the Mercy of a vet