Daily Feline Prompt: Release Tabby

Tabby gets a jab

And you ask why I do not like the Vet? It is imprisonment from the beginning to the end. It all begins so well until I see the dreaded cage and I know my fate is sealed, but I am always one paw, no four paws, ahead. If the cage appears then run for you life, enjoy your freedom while you can. The best place to hide is beneath a human bed in the corner because humans are not so good at crawling under beds.  The door is shut to the room, I cannot hide. I try another place which humans cannot reach, but I see only closed doors. The humans are getting sly. Before I can plan my next step I am lifted to the cage. There is not even time to spread all my legs out to prevent entering the cage. Somhow the humans are one step ahead and the lid is closed. I want to get out, but my meows go unheeded.

From one prison to another, the cage is now in the car. At least I can enjoy the journey by looking out of the window, but I continue to meow.

We arrive at the vets. There is no escape from the torture of being prodded by a sharp instrument, again which is supposed to be good for me. No-one actually asked me, but I fought claw and tooth to the end to no avail. At the end of the process I was imprisoned in my cage again and now it was a relief because I knew I was on the way home to my territory.

Of course Mrs. Human assured me that it “was good for you” but I am still thinking about that. I remember hearing the vet say “same time same place next year” as we departed – did he mean me?

Daily Feline Prompt: Release Tabby

8 thoughts on “Daily Feline Prompt: Release Tabby

  1. Dear Tabby, I’m sorry this is such a torture for you, but I understand. I used to feel that way about the vet, too. There is no cage for me because I’m a dog who weighs 31.75 kg. I have tow all in by myself, well, with my human. I used to drag, I used to lie flat on the floor and bark and howl, I used to snarl at everyone in the vet place, but since we moved here, I don’t feel that way. Now when I get to the vet, I know that inside everyone will say, “Hi Dusty!” and everyone will pet me. The vet will say, “What a good dog he is, Mrs. Kennedy!” I also get a treat for being a good dog.

    I know what the difference is, too. Fear. At the old vet in California, I smelled fear. That made me afraid they would hurt me. With my new vet I just smell affection. I don’t know if there is anything comparable for felines, but since you must go in a cage, I think that must be terrible. It’s too bad you can’t just go with your human like I do, but I know felines don’t like leashes. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog

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    • Meow Dusty
      Leash does not exist in Meow. My litter sister Nera was a good example at the vet. When she arrived they would take a look and suddenly produce a black bag and pack her into the bag. Only her head looked out. That was because at the beginning of her toruture she once escaped and had to be followed all around the vet’s room until they got her hiding under the table. Nera was very good at the vets, she attacked them all with bites and claws. Mrs. Human had to go to her doctor once after the visit for a Tetanus injection because Nera suddenly turned her head and bit her in the hand. I am not like that, I just try to get away, but Nera was over 5 Kg and I am only a mere 4 Kg, so they just grab me and do their evil doings. Our vet does not have treats, although I am not sure about the dogs. They are usually in the waiting room when I see them. None of us are happy in the waiting room, because we know what will come afterwards.
      I fear nothing, of course, I am Tabby the brave, but I am very good at hiding. Mrs. Human said it would be dangerous if I did not have a cage because I would disturb her driving the car.

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