I’m sitting in the portal to the vet. I have to do this once a year and it is annoying. My sister Sasha is here to comfort me as I go.
“If I don’t make it back, tell Salem he can have my stash of tuna treats I buried in the front yard.”
“You have tuna treats buried in the yard?”
“No.” A smile breaks across my face.
EARLIER THAT DAY:
I open my eyes slowly. It’s morning and I can smell breakfast being set out. I reach my paw to my forehead which is a little cold and feel a substantial amount of drool spread across my fur. Now, since gravity doesn’t allow for my drool to naturally flow upward, I surmise it is the work of Satan. Ooops, Salem. Lessons will have to be taught.
😆
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My cats call it the portal to hell! Current crew is not hard to catch and crate but I used to have to sneaky cats who could smell vet deception.
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It IS the portal to Hell. They are right!
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She especially don’t like people sticking things up their butt! 🙂 So humiliating even for a cat that likes to show off their butt hole.
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I agree! How dare they!! Should be outlawed!
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