Okay people, listen up...some of you know me, for others let me introduce myself...
I'm Trixie. Sometimes known as "Baby Kitty" to my mother Jamie, which I happen to think is pretty demeaning, but whatever. Anyway, Jamie is bound and gagged in her closet, (thanks Ruby for the helping paw) and I'm here to tell you what she let happen to me. (I shudder to think about it!)
So I'm here on my throne to communicate to you the horrors of my purrrfectly terrible day. I haven't been feeling well, you see...for a couple of days now I've tucked myself into a ball and stayed up under the t.v entertainment center (which, by the way is SOOO loud and stays on SOOO much...I mean really folks, do we have to watch every episode of Rock of Love II four hundred times? And that Project Runway? Oh, give me a break people! I'm tellin' you, anyone who knows REAL fashion wears calico fur!)
Sorry to digress, where was I...oh yessss, so my mom and dad started getting really worried about me because I wasn't eating (oh and I do so love that pressed honey ham they brought me, but I just couldn't stomach it) so today my mom decided to take me to the vet...(gulp!) She was terrrribly worried because I wasn't moving my tail, (geez I think she whined about it to everyone she talked to this morning.)
Sure the vet's office is topnotch...very clean and professional (trust me, I demand the BEST and my mom knows it.) But, I still hate going. Mom crammed me into this little blue cage (uck, the indignity of it all!) and trucked me right on in there to those women who seem to get a kick out of 'checking my temperature.' So the doctor and her nurse dug around the base of my tail and found (what I knew all along, but does anyone ever bother to ask the cat? NOoooooOOooO) ...
...an abscess.
Yes, a big, nasty, just about to start oozing, abscess. And where did this abomination come from? Well of course it was that evil grey and white cat that comes around to tease me. One can only take being called "Fatico" and "House brat" so many times and then we have to defend ourselves right? And one of his big ol' nasty unbrushed bacteria infested teeth penetrated my delicate skin and gave me an infection. And yes that infection meant that I had to get a SHOT and have my whole rear end shaved! Plus, to make the situation worse...(I cannot believe I'm even saying this...) they 'expressed' my anal glands! Hellooooo people, those are my ANAL GLANDS you're squeezing back there! But did they stop? No, they just squeezed and squeezed. Sigh... it's a violation I tell you!
So there you have it. Sure my mom had to pay $120 dollars and nearly had a panic attack because she was so worried about me, but did she have her anal glands squeezed? NoooOOOOooooOOOoooo! Are you feelin' me? Do you see my anger at the situation? Yes, I thought you would. That's why I came here to tell you all about it...because I know you people are kind and understanding and I thank you for listening.
Have a good day...I'm going to find a quiet place to sleep because these drugs are starting to make me woozy.
Meow,
Trixie