Betrayal - a Trip to the Vet

​by Sweetie and Gentle Mouse, disgruntled kittens.

Well, friends.  We had to step up and take over the blog for today.  Those lazy brothers of ours have decided to slack off as usual and they even let Grammy off the hook.  Not going to happen after what we've been through today.  Sorry, Grammy but doing our blog is a MUST so hop to it ol' girl you've already missed a couple this month.  Get those fingers in gear and start typing.

So, to start with... we are normally dragged off to our favourite vettie in the autumn but Grammy 'postponed' it until now... Actually she was procrastinating... as usual!!!  But with Rondo sick over the weekend she couldn't put it off any longer.  
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Appointment was made for today.  If you follow us on our Facebook page you'll have seen a few days ago that carriers were brought out and assembled and plunked onto the floor for us to trip over.  So much for a tidy condo, Grammy!

But how kind!  Grammy gave us more choices for naps and being the cooperative, sweet and easy-going kitties that we are we made full use of them, slept in them, played in them and Mousie checked out the boys in theirs before settling into one herself. 

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Mousie: Yes, these look comfortable! I approve!

So, this morning arrived.  Grammy was behaving as usual.  Up, make bed, feed kitties, make and pour coffee.  Sit down, enjoy coffee and check Facebook. Shower, dress.  Hmmm! Grammy must be going out today.  Okay! More nap time for us! Nothing amiss here so we kitties carried on as usual.. eat, nap, and nap again.

Unfortunately she must have made a call for transportation while we napped because we never suspected a thing. UNTIL...

Grammy walked into bedroom where we three girls were.  Walked over to the window as she had numerous times earlier today.  Suddenly she nabbed Mousie who was asleep in her lair and unceremoniously plopped her into the carrier on the dresser.  

Mousie:  Yes, and what did YOU do, Sweetie?  Scarpered off through the cat door into the living-room leaving me to deal with Grammy alone.  You could have tripped her up, given her a clawing!  Anything to get me released from her grip, but NOOOOO!  You abandoned me! Traitor!

Sweetie:  Sorry, Mousie. Really, I am but I was scared and only thought of making myself scarce.

Mousie:  I think mummy Whiskers was bewildered.  Wakened from her sleep by my loud 'Miep! Miep! Miep!' (Grammy interjects - Yes, Mousie's cry is so loud she needs a megaphone to be heard.) she blundered around trying to figure out what was happening... and Grammy, quick as a whip, zipped up my carrier and grabbed mummy.  Before I could shout 'HELP! she was plunked into her carrier where she growled at Grammy and gave her the stink-eye... but good!

Next she grabbed Rondo who was hiding beside the fridge.  Maybe he thought he'd blend in with the white appliances but nope!  Grammy scooped him up with and 'umph, you're one heavy lump, mister!' and he responded with a 'you're no light-weight yourself, old girl'.  Well, that didn't sit well so he too was dumped into his carrier and the door slammed shut.  

Now the search was on for Etude.  Where was the elusive Tude the Dude?  Grammy couldn't find him. Not in the bedroom.  Not in the kitchen, bathroom, closet so he had to be in the livingroom… Nope.   Back to the bedroom... where he'd sucked in his girth and slipped behind the headboard and the wall.  Bed pulled out and Grammy grabbed him, groaned,  - heavier than Rondo - lumbered over to his carrier plopped him in and fastened the door.

Now, as you know, Sweetie got the warning and scarpered.  Everywhere had been searched looking for Etude leaving only one possibility - the drawer under the sofa.  Quietly opening it, Grammy saw a furry body hunkered down tail toward her and before the traitor could react she too was scooped and dropped through the top of her carrier and the snaps secured.

And that was that!  Or so we thought, but no!  Next we were loaded onto the rollator one by one, rolled to the elevator and stacked by the door.  One last trip to the condo to swap rollator for crutch; lock up.  Button pushed, elevator door opened, Rondo set to hold door open while we were tossed inside, pull Rondo in, descend, shove him against door once more and we got tossed out into the lobby.  Then one by one we were taken to the entrance where our taxi driver loaded us and we were off.

Through that whole hallway, elevator, taxi ride Sweetie made Grammy and then the driver aware of what she though of the situation.  She howled for every second of the 45 minute trip and she 'don't need no megaphone'!  *giggles*
 
Sweetie: Well, someone had to.  The boys and Whiskers just settled in to enjoy the scenery and you were on Grammy's lap getting pets.  Where was I? On the floor behind Grammy!  No window!  Now who's the traitor, HUH?

The return trip was much quieter with only one squawk from me before I gave up and had a nap.   BUT when we reached our floor we ALL howled until we were inside the condo.    See what the neighbours think of you now, Grammy!  Hah!

Stay tuned for part 2 - the Vettie visit.

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All lined up and ready to roll.

​Comments are welcomed.  Especially if they are commiserations with us and our plight.

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