And with that promise (or lie depending on who's talking and who's listening) I managed to get the cat into the box with a couple of gentle shoves to his butt and carry all his 17 pounds down to the vet.
He was no dummy.
And when it was over and I let him out of the box into the hallway while I searched for my keys, he ran straight to the front door and meowed loud and clear that he had had enough he wanted to be home and there better be chicken because yes, it did hurt.
Saturday Afternoon @ Kirk Wessler’s Album Release Party @ The Third Chance
& Then Saturday Night Cheeseburger @: Oliver’s Pizza & Pub North
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*Okay, last Saturday I had two things to do, one was go to Kirk Wessler’s
Album release party at The Third Chance Lounge in the afternoon and then I
had...
14 hours ago
2 comments:
Poor Jupiter.
I have scars from all the times I've had to coax my cat into the box...funny, though, how the cat loves to hop right in when the vet visit is over.
I hope Jupiter is feeling ok.
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