Going to the Vet.

Bob at the vet

I have a feeling I will be going to visit the vet today.  I still feel awful.  I cannot say my last visit was unpleasant.  As you can see, the women were fawning over me and begging for my attention.  What’s not to love about that?  No matter where I go, the women seem to follow me, wanting kisses, purrs, and the opportunity to rub my ears…and other things.  There is one thing I did find quite odd, though…you will never believe where they stuck their thermometer the last time I visited…if they had just asked me to open my mouth and say “ahhh”, I would have been happy to oblige as opposed to enduring the indignity above.  I can promise you that I intend to never let that happen again.


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