Pitiful whining

My husband arranged a special treat for me this evening: taking Mr Kitty to the vet.  Deep joy.

Getting the cat into the cat carrier is easy (she says, having delegated this task to Mr Evil Torturer).  The incessant pitiful whining that starts from the minute you shut the lid and only ends once you get back home is another matter.

But we hardened our hearts and emptied our wallets, and that’s it (barring injuries) for another year.

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A Bradypus or Sloth am I, I live a life of ease, contented not to do or die but idle as I please; ... [Michael Flanders and Donald Swann]
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7 Responses to Pitiful whining

  1. Maggiee says:

    And a complete reminder that the dog is due a similar visit! Cheers! 🙂

  2. lazybetty says:

    that’s how i feel when i take my car in for a service

  3. Rachel B says:

    Poor Mr Kitty. Hope he’s forgiven you.

  4. plustenner says:

    LOL! we have to make 2 trips, one for the cats and another for the dog! we tried to take all 3 in one trip – only once! you can porbably imagine what that was like 🙂

  5. runtezza says:

    Petless as I am, I feel your pain!

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