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I, Mozart do not think it is a very good Happy Birthday to have to go to the V.E.T.
I, Mozart, made sure People and the new V.E.T. person knew I was not happy.
I, Mozart, however, did not leave bitey or scratchy marks on any of the peoples. But I did try to break their eardrums!
Gonzo, on the other hand, was very calm, and well behaved, and then, after his weighing, exam, blood letting, and sticks with the jabby things, crawled back into the damn cat carrier and fell asleep. He even sleeped right through all of my blood curdling howls. Whatta goober!
What happened is this...
My old V.E.T. said we should go to a new V.E.T. who has more experience with my cardio thing. He (traitor) also said I should get my annuals since it is gonna be my birthday in a few weeks.
Plus my Christmas present, Gonzo, should be seen.
So yesterday People put our special pink blanket into a damn cat carrier (we now have three-1 Gonzo totally trashed the first few days, so I think People should cart it to the Outside cat buffet she calls the dumpster, and the two new ones she got to replace the one Gonzo trashed.).
I knew something was up, but couldn't resist following stooopid Gonzo when he went to investigate, and the next thing we knew, we were strapped into the car, and were driving away from HOME!
I told the little goober we were probably going to the V.E.T. and we both got really quiet.
Then we got to the new V.E.T. place. Then we got into the 'xam room. THEN People unzipped the cat carrier door, and they took Gonzo and they weighed him, and they jabbed him and sucked some blood out of him, and oh horrors, they stuck that awful hooky swabby thing in his...I can't go on.
He was very good-they kept telling him that. They got done, and put him back on the table and he crawled back into the damn cat carrier (which was looking very good to me, and I was trying to get in there too, BUT) then THEY GRABBED ME
It was awful!
Oh the indignity of it all!
And all this happened BEFORE we meeted the new V.E.T.!
Who was pretty nice, and told People that Gonzo is so tiny because he was probably a little younger than six weeks old when he showed up on the 19th of December 2007, so he is just now eight weeks-she said that because he weighs two pound exactly. All his test they could do at his young age came back negative, but because he is a In from the Out kitten, we will have to watch out for him.
She said she thinks Gonzo was probably born missing his tail because although she can't tell for sure, it doesn't look like a traumatic amputation, probably born in the woods since he was wandering around at so young an age, and is really smart to have found People.
People felt terrible and said if she'd realised how young Gonzo was she would have brought us to the V.E.T. sooner, so Gonzo could get some extra boost from milk replacement, or something.
The V.E.T. said Gonzo is fine, and since he is doing really well, milk replacement probably isn't something he needs. (Darn I think that would have been a nice treat for me, too!)
She said she didn't hear anything from my heart or lungs, so I am probably doing nicely, 'specially since all my tests were negative except (oh how embarassing) I have worms, and she doesn't want to let those take hold 'coz of my stoopid cardio thing.
People almost fainted! The new V.E.T. asked if I went Out-HAHAHAHAHA-doesn't she know In Is Better??!! Then she said, well, has he caught any mice?
Well, I don't like to brag, but before Thanksgiving I did catch a really stooooopid field mouse who thought he should move into Mozart's house before winter. I tried to give it to People, but she THREW IT IN THE TRASH!!
So, when she went Hunting the next day, I got it out, and ate all of it except the head.
Which I couldn't get back into the trash bin, so People found it and freaked out and now she takes the trash Out every single morning. Hmmph!
People told the new V.E.T. about it, and that's probably where I got the worms, from fleas on the mousey.
I don't like mousey anymore. Besides, when People saw my catch she freaked out, and went all over the house, and all around the Outside, and sealed all the mousey-get-in places.
The V.E.T. told People these things happen, and said she was gonna give us Revolution, so we could be safer from fleas, and then she said, "OK, let's give Mozart a deworming, and she
down my throat,
I have to go back in three weeks to make sure all the worms are gone
AND for more tests!
But Gonzo gets some more, too. Sheesh, Gonzo will probably still be in the damn cat carrier-he likes it, the goober!
But finally we wented home, and People pulled the special pink blanket out of the carrier, and here is pictures of me on it so you can see why it is so hard to resist-GOT TO LOVE MICRO-FIBER! (Poor People, this was her 2007-2008 winter house robe until I, Mozart, claimed it!)