{"id":1253,"date":"2010-09-04T10:29:07","date_gmt":"2010-09-04T14:29:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thefurrybambinos.com\/?p=1253"},"modified":"2010-09-04T10:29:07","modified_gmt":"2010-09-04T14:29:07","slug":"my-trip-to-the-v-e-t","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thefurrybambinos.com\/padres-posts\/my-trip-to-the-v-e-t","title":{"rendered":"My Trip to the V-E-T"},"content":{"rendered":"
Greetings, furriends, it’s Padre here. Yesterday morning, I overheard Mom calling the V-E-T about an appointment for me! When I could tell that Mom was in getting ready to leave the house mode, I tried a clever delay tactic by sitting on the clothes that she had placed on the bed to wear.<\/p>\n
Alas, it did not stop her from picking me up against my will and forcibly placing me into the PTU! Immediately I voiced my complaints, which were ignored. As it turned out, Caramel was already in another PTU. Mom and Dad then took us to the grey room that moves, and then we left the safety of home!<\/p>\n As expected, we wound up at the V-E-T. Here we are in the waiting room on the bench.<\/p>\n Mom is upset that I have been horking up my foods lately. Doesn’t she know this is part of the Cat Code of Ethics to hork up one’s food on a regular basis? Methinks she worries too much.<\/p>\n Well, I tried the technique of trying to make myself as small as possible, maybe even invisible, as not to be seen, by facing the rear corner of the PTU.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
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