Just great.  I was curled up on my favorite spot on the couch when Mom came thumping through here really early this morning.  Dad was right behind her, and they were being loud.  Dad isn’t happy because he’s up this early on a Saturday (yay it’s Caturday!), but we don’t get to sleep in.

I heard that horrible word come from Mom’s mouth…vet.

She can’t fool me.  That horrible box they put me in when I go for a car ride is sitting in front of the door.  Mom’s in the shower, and Bubba is way too happy.  He loves going to the vet, and I don’t understand why.  I get shoved in a box, and they only let me out long enough for some man to poke and prod at me before he puts me right back in the box.  Bubba runs around chasing those horrible chickens that run around outside the vet’s office until it’s his turn.  I don’t know what they do to him, but he always comes out happier than he went in.

I think that vet guy has it out for me.  Maybe I’ll get a chance to use my claws on him today.