Off To The Vet...

by Henri of Twin Brook

Into each life a little rain must fall and in my case it happened this morning when I, Henri of Twin Brook got stuffed into a box and carried off to the cat doctor. I had only been to a cat doctor two other times in my life and neither visit had been an occasion I wished to remember...

To make matters worse, the d*g Ashley was in the back seat of the van, shoving her furry mug at my prison. Fortunately, the doctor who was a d*g doctor, took care of Ashley first, prescribed some stuff for her sore ear and put the mutt on a diet. It seems she had been consuming a few too many calories......I meowed with laughter at Ashley's chagrin. "How dare that awful woman say that I am overweight, that I have lost my waistline, am too well padded for my own good! How dare she say that! All the boy d*gs at the d*g park think I am very beautiful and wish to be my mate...I am the most popular she d*g there!" she growled.

A few minutes later the rain that must fall, fell on me, Herni of Twin Brook. The woman who was the d*g doctor was also a cat doctor. It's amazing how they can transform themselves so quickly. After a few minutes of prodding and poking and gazing at my butt and then my teeth, the she doctor informed my persons that I was a very healthly although slightly overweight cat! Can you imagine! Me, overweight! I admit my tummy isn't as firm as it had been in my street days but then, I don't get the exercise...and the food that is served at my home is very tasty, but to call me overweight.....The humiliation, the embarrassment, the horror of having a human female refer to me as pudgy....!

Ashley was waiting in the back of the car...."Well what did that horrible person say to you, Henri?" barked Ashley. "Did she tell you that you were too fat, too flabby, too ornery....?"

"No Ashley," I purred. "She told me I was a model cat in all ways. As a matter of fact, she said she had never seen such a perfect specimen of cathood."

Ashley was barkless for awhile. "That isn't what she said, is it, Henri?"

"No, she said I was fat."

"Well, Henri, if you don't say anything to Helen and Erika, I won't say anything....."

"It's a deal," I meowed, giving the d*g a good will paw shake. "You don't bark, I don't meow...."