Was I Had?

I thought something was funny when I woke up this morning. The two legs were all nice and cuddly to me and she was up and opened a new tin of tuna and was coaxing me to eat it up. Sebastian came down to have some and she was all protective.

"No this is for Casper. He's being a good boy"

I had no idea what I had done to earn such praise but I wasn't going to turn it down. I was so engrossed in the tuna and the warm praises I didn't noticed him in the garage. The male two legs was up the ladder getting down the dreaded basket. Had I have seen it in time I would have been off like a shot leaving the tuna behind but no - I got caught.

Next thing I am being unceremoniously bundled into the basket and zips are being done up all round me trapping me like that prisoner on Alcatraz. I feared the worse and my fears were justified. I was carried to the car and driven away. I was placed on the back seat. I mean the back seat! I should at least travel up front  but no the back seat.

We hadn't gone far when we stopped and I was yanked out in my prison and taken inside THAT place. It reeked of disinfectant and I could hear the plaintiff cries of fellow felines. It was the Vets.

"Casper has arrived!" he announced to the young two legs at the desk.

"Oh yes. He's seeing Laura. She's good with difficult patients"

What the heck did that mean - difficult patients? And how was she good with them?

We made over to the seating area and I was plonked on the ground where all I could see was four legs belonging to an enormous dog. I hoped he wouldn't decide to do a tiddle on my prison. Instead this big face and slobbering nose blocked my entire view as he sniffed my cage. I arched my back and spat at him. He whimpered and turned away.

"Did the nasty cat frighten you darling?" I heard the disembodied voice of some female enquire.

Before we had had a chance to fight my name was called and I was lifted into the area and taken into this tiny room.

"Hello Laura this is Casper. He's 7 kilos. Very awkward fellow always into trouble and claws like razors. needs his annual jab and you could check for fleas while you're there."

I mean here I am entrapped and being spoken about like a piece of meat. And then to mention fleas! How is a cat supposed to attract females when the introduction is has he got fleas.

Her hands reached into the basket and pulled me out. She was firm but gentle and I lost the urge to scratch her and instead allowed myself to stand on the table in front of her.

"What a fine fellow he is" Laura declared - I was liking her already. "He's a bit on the chubby side but he's young enough to carry that OK." - I was liking her even more. "I'll just have a listen to his heart"

Mistake lady. My heart was pounding like a train with all those nice words.

"Very healthy! No sign of any little visitors on him. He keeps himself very clean. Obviously got a young lady around to impress!" She declared.

Now should I tell her I was available or let her think I was some kind of lothario? I was musing on the predicament and failed to notice what she had picked up. next second this needle the size of a javelin goes hurtling into my neck and the coldest liquid on this earth is pumped into me. I had no option. Sweet or not Laura youa sked for this. I lashed out with my paw to hit her arm but she was quicker and moved away meaning that I lost my balance and fell over and off the edge oft he table.

I heard him laughing after enquiring if Laura was OK. Was she OK? What about me? I had just been injected with liquid nitrogen and had fallen to the floor from a great height. Was anyone asking if I was OK? No

I was again bundled back into the basket and zipped in.

The last thing I heard was Laura's voice saying "I shall look out for Mr Casper next year."

Not if I see you first madam.