CARRIE GOT CARRIED AWAY IN THE CARRIER (TO THE VET!!!)

The last few days have been somewhat eventful for me,

as I've changed residence,

for reasons unknown...

I now live with a guy called Ticklebear.
Funny name if you ask me!!

anyhoo,

he doesn't seem like a bad chap,

if only a bit sad perhaps.

Last friday,

he took me out for the first time in a thing called a carrier.

a rudimentary molded plastic box with a grid door,

he was kind enough to put a fleece blanket on the bottom,

a pretty colorful thing,

in a floral print,

which made the traveling more comfortable.

Much appreciated!!!

He said we were going to the veterinarian...

I've since learn what a veterinarian does,

& one question comes to mind:

Do you feel pain because you've seen the vet,

or do see the vet because you feel pain?

I was a bit nervous at first,

having an impending sense of doom.

I wasn't too far from the truth,

as I overheard the vet telling Ticklebear

that I had a flu-like infection

that would affect me my whole life,

but if given proper care,

i should do just fine,

all things considered.

I didn't quite catch the implications...

When we got back home,

Ticklebear grabbed me in the most unusual way,

as he's usually quite gentle with me,

& I scratched him on his arm,

even drawing blood!!

He looked pissed

but I just didn't have any idea

what he meant to do to me.

I was not being unreasonable,

just a bit scared by turn of event.

I suddenly ended up wrapped up in a towel,

feeling very akin to Tutankahmon as i was getting momified in terry cloth.

Next thing I knew,

Ticklebear was poking my mouth with a serynge

& made me gag on the most awful thing

i've ever tasted in my short life.

Every time i tried to gasp for air

or meowled in protest,

he would shoot more of that stuff in my mouth.

YUK!!

i hope this is not dinner

or I'll complain to the chef!!!

Furthermore,

to add insult to injury [to my ego],

he put some ointment in my eyes,

making everything blurry & gummy.

What's going on???

well, here's what's going on:

I should have paid better attention at the vet's,

as this is what was meant by proper care of my infection,

T-W-I-C-E D-A-I-L-Y !!!

OMG!!!!

I don't mean to be a bitch,

but I don't know for how long

I can put up with this.

I know I have a runny nose & runny eyes,

& that I sneeze a lot,

but was it so annoying

that I deserve this kind of treatment?

Apparently so...

So,

since I have no say in the matter,

i'll trust that Ticklebear does this out of kindness,

that there is no malice on his part.

all I can do is:
FORGIVE & FORGET.

That's until the next treatment,

which always comes too soon.

It'd better work,

or next time,

it's not Ticklebear I'll scratch,

it'll be the vet!!!

Hissssss!!!