Well, I knew it was coming, and was prepared for my usual "show" of resistance:
Hide under the bed, and make Daddy crawl around on the floor, and drag me out , and stuff me feet first into the Cat Carrier.
This time, however, Daddy found ways to distract me to such an extent that I completely forgot to "put up a fuss" until it was much too late, and I was half-way into the carrier.
First, he, um, shows me the money, and I was dazzled by all that green stuff spread out at my feet before me (4 Bills equaling $109!)
Daddy, being a member of Where's George, got a new rubber stamp just for the occasion to stamp the bills:
Anyway, the 2nd distraction was to get me to spend time reading a book that I just love!
For the writing, you understand, um, not for the pictures. ;-D
Besides, The Secret Sex Life of Dogs and Cats, by Bernadine Cruz, has no racy pictures, anyway. ;-D
(My copy of the book was personally autographed by the author in 2007 - "To Nikita: The Best Damn CatBlogger in the Entire World!")
I actually enjoy the walk, and bus ride that we take to, and from, the Vet, but feel it neccessary to put on a show for my adoring public that gathers around us at bus stops, and on the bus, and oohs, and aahs, at me as if they've never seen a caged Cat, by asking loudly, clearly, and repeatedly..."Now"?
Of course, many humans don't speak, much less understand, Felinese, and don't believe him when Daddy explains that I'm asking the human child equivalent of "Are we there, yet?"
This made for an entertaining, though rocky, next 15 minutes, as we ran around looking for the right bus stop, and bus, all because Daddy took a wrong 2nd bus, and we needed to take a 3rd to get us to the vet.
After a bit of huffing, and puffing, all on HIS part, Daddy got us on track again, just in time, and we got to the Vet with 10 min. to spare.
Upon entering the clinic (The Cat Care Clinic)
Daddy sat my carrier near one with a beautiful yellow kitty inside, and though I tried hard to get the Kitty to turn around, and chat a bit, it wasn't interested, preferring to stare at the back of its carrier, displaying its ample behind to the world. ;-D
After a few minutes an assistant ushered Daddy, and I, into an examining room with a couple of chairs, and a counter, and table, high off the floor.
The nice lady opened the carrier door and invited me out and, seeing Daddy nod his head, I obliged...slowly, and warily, of course...gotta keep up appearances, and all, you know!
Within seconds she was petting me, and complimentting me, as she weighed me on a scale, and took my temperature through my ear (That tickled!).
It seems I am a pound short of my customary 16 lbs!
The phone was frustratingly out of reach, though, and the strange looking little computer, while interesting, sadly was only something I could play with if we had more time than what was available, not to mention an instruction manual. ;-D
Exploration complete I was sitting on the table when Dr. Panza finally arrived to administer my examination.
I like this lady!
She has such a nice Cat-side manner, and those hands!
Oh, sooo soft!
I could have sat there all day as she rubbed me, and felt me all over (And I DO mean all over!)!
As I opened my mouth, and said "Ahhh", and she poked, and prodded, I listened as she, and Daddy talked about my litterbox habits, and what I should eat.
The more they talked, the more embarrassed I became!
I swear, just because a Cat decides to take a dump on the carpet, once a month, is no reason to turn it into a Federal Offense!
And what the hell is this about watching my spine, and how I appear to have developed a "small gut"?
Is she saying I'm becoming pot-bellied?
I finally had enough, and hopped off the table, and hid in my carrier.
Seems he was considering making a quarter can of canned food a part of my diet each day as long as I don't get chubbier.
The Doc was cool with that, and though they couldn't see me in the carrier, I was vigorously nodding my head in aggreement.
It's been years since I had canned food on a regular basis so we shall see how it goes.
Finally Daddy left, and the Doc took me away for my shots, and prep for my haircut.
About that haircut:
Getting a full body cut was down right embarrassing as hell the first time Daddy surprised me with one, and it took this macho kitty days before I'd go anywhere near a window!
Over the years, however, I grew to like the look, feel, and comfort, of the cut, and the initial embarrassment now lasts only a day, two, tops. ;-D