September 14, 2012

How the mighty turn into a blubbering pile of jelly...



I am mancat.

Proud.

Regal even.  

Gorgeous Coat.

Piercing eyes.

Strong.

Swift.

Able to kill gophers in a single pounce.




I am master and commander.

A slave to no one.

Fiercely independent.

On top of the world.

King of all I survey.





 
 Oh, crap.

My dignity has just left the building.

Bravery, thine enemey's name is...

Christine Bruning. DVM. 

No mother.  


You may not bring the camera




 (note from the Momma:  Just time for the king of drama's annual check-up.  Vaccines, lube and oil change, poking, prodding... the usual.  Outcome: Clean bill of health.  Oh yeah, and one very cranky boy)

29 comments:

  1. Why do we have to go to the v-e-t, only to be told we're okay?? Couldn't we have told our dear ones that??

    Anyway, you're a survivor, old bean, and a vet visit is a mere disruption.

    Carry on!

    Tom

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  2. I suppose you were catnapped and taken to the torture chamber in your carrier. Why do those darn torturers need to see us every year??
    Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

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  3. sorry for the disruption buddy, but you know it is for your own good..

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  4. yikes!!! it is hard to be brave in the face of the lady with the sharp objects.....

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  5. I too am KING OF THE WORLD! But at the V.E.T., I hide under my Moms armpit! I just can't help it! If I can't see the V.E.T., then I'm sure she won't be able to see me.

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  6. Such bravery, even if fleeting at the last moment, ought to be rewarded. Crankiness, be gone now! See? Everything is good again!

    Purrs...

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  7. LOL for the happy ending! To make the journey a little easier, I suggest to my clients, placing a small familiar smelling toy, cozy towel or Snuggly sprayed with Feliway in the carrier.

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    1. the Momma did give me a bit of Rescue Remedy before and after, and put a pinch of nip in the "box" but I did not fall for that. The box is all to familiar. But we have thought about Feliway, I take it it would help calm my savage breast ?

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  8. dood !! her could at leest letted ewe drive de car to de...ewe noe wear place...glad ya hada grate chek up; hope everee one haza grate week oh end; peace out N rock on, N ya dee serve sum trout for yur trubulls :)

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    1. I did get some Ocean whitefish for my troubles. Next time I will demand trout!

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  9. If you want to avoid being tortured in the future, you could try my way. As soon as I see the Evil Cage of Doom, I pee on everything. Then, when they shove me (screaming and clawing) into it, I poop on everything. Taking me to the vet (or anywhere) is the last thing on earth the people ever want to do. hahaha
    Max

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  10. Ai Yi Yi!!!! Did you sing opera in the car? We do!

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  11. Oh boy, we just got home from our trip to that evil place with Star who got poked and yes, went from roaring Princess Hissyface to meek tiny little Princess Jellyknees..

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  12. We don't like riding in the carrier.... or the vet. That DVM doesn't fool us! We know it means VET. Glad you had a clean bill of health. No more trips there for a whole year now.

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  13. Nemesis! I bet you sang a few arias too to show how brave you are!! Good news all ok :) xox

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  14. I think that sight makes almost all kitties pretty unhinged!

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  15. My vet suggested I put the cats in their carrier and go for a ride, take them home and give them treats. He thought they might not associate the carrier and car with the vet. Ha!
    His cats must not be very smart if they fell for that!

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  16. Moms are truly unconcerned with our dignity, aren't they? We think the Back of Disrespect is called for here.

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  17. Well that's all good news. Except for the dignity thing. We hope you grovelled!

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  18. Yeah, when we see that box we get a little nervous too...we're happy you checked out good!!

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  19. Even the best of us must succumb to such humiliation and torture.
    Be strong. And if that doesn't work, hide.
    ; ) Katie

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  20. LOOKIN' GOOD there buddy, you are quite handsome if I do say so myself...(sorry you had to endure that Vet trip but so glad you are okay). Thank you for stopping by eons ago and introducing yourself and even giving us an award, we will blog about it in the next few weeks, we apologize for taking so long to thank you and visit you - our blogging has been very sporadic lately. Nice to meet your crew!

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  21. We are glad effurrything is OK. Just think, another whole YEAR until, well, you know. Maintain that injured dignity for as long as possible; it's good for lots of extra treats. Purrs, handsome!

    Laura & Taffy

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  22. Dear Harry, we all have problems with the dreaded V-E-T; you are very courageous to admit your fears. I am so glad you had the all clear and hope you were rewarded once you returned home!
    All my purrs ... your very special friend, Rainbow

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  23. Dude, wait. Let's go back to the gophers...

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  24. Glad everything went okay at the evil vet and you are King of all you survey again. When I went to the Evil Vet Place last week, I howled and yowled all the way there and all the way back. I had to go back for a check up 2 days later so mum put my silver vine pillow in the PTU hoping it would calm me.......and I howled all the way there and all the way back again.

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