Poor Kids!
Boots da Kat (RB,) never seemed to mind the his few early 'outings' in
the Vet-mobile
to get poked, prodded, and *shot* orneutered.
Even when he became a "frequent flyer" for his urinary problems, he was
always docile, and timid but friendly at the White Coats' offices.
And he traveled well in the family Bus - with only a string & snap for a "leash".
But *I* thunk he'd be *happier* in his own Porta-Prison ...
We went to the Vet one day and he "detoured" under the front seat in da Bus and
was a bit of a bother to *fish out* in the Vet's parking lot.
I dropped him at the Shop and headed out to secure his Porta-Prison.
It *LOOKED* big enough in the store ... HOW did da Kat get so BIG since I last saw him?
He allowed himself to be *stuffed* into his new travel box ONE time that day
to ride home from the shop ... amid tortured *HOWELS* and other un-Kat-like sounds.
And yes, he was DAMP, Dirty, and VERY Smellie by the time we arrived at the Ranch!
We tried Da Box one more time ... I got it out the evening before he had a
White Coat appointment ... big mistake!
Morning came and it was *Stuff da Kat inna Box* time ... when I realized
I hadn't SEEN da Kat since I pulled the Porta-Prison out the night before!
I finally found him (INside the Kliner chair) and attempted to *stuff* him into the carrier ...
I gave up, after we were stylishly late to his appointment, when all attempts to
*stuff* - head-first, feet-first, folded in half - had failed and I was bloodied
from the shoulders to the finner tips.
He jumped into da Bus happie as a Klam - wearing ONLY his string leash!
Debbie took one lookas we walked into Doc Mike's office and said
"Looks like someone didn't want to come see us!"
I said no, he just objected to the mode of transport.
Hope Eddie recovers from his *funk* ... and doesn't get picked on by Miz Grump!
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