Do I look happy to you? For sure I'm not! You see I got hauled off to the dreaded v.e.t. again one day last week. This d.i.e.t. is the cause of it. The Vet Tech likes to track my weight every month to see how I'm doing. M says I could be weighed at home, but the peeps say I wiggle around too much when one of them stands on the scale. They then have trouble telling how much weight I have lost. Since we kitties are only supposed to lose .1 or .2 pounds a month, they can't get a good reading!!!! Well, too bad, I say!
At least this time my weight went down .1 pound - I'm getting there pals. But it sure is slow going. M tells me I have nothing to complain about. I'm at the v.e.t. all of about 5 minutes - just long enough to be put on the scale and then back in my carrier again. I still don't like it! She also says I'm only in the car for under 10 minutes as we live only a couple of miles from the dreaded v.e.t.
Now I'm paying the peeps back for tricking me. Every time I see them together in a room during the day, I head for UTB! ha ha - I'm not taking any chances. M says she feels bad about that - "GOOD"!!! She should have to suffer a little bit too.
Happy Mancat Monday pals!