Visit to the Vet

Hello cat lovers,
today kind of sucked, big time. Since my human stayed up too long again, waiting for "him" to come home and have a very late dinner, she had only a few hours of her beauty sleep and therefore I had a hard time to get her out of bed this morning to feed me my early breakfast. I raised her like a zombie about a quarter to 7 to take me outside, front preferable. Thank Bastet, the bedroom is to the front, so her sleepy mind decided it was easier and faster to go that way. I took my time to have a sniff to see who passed by (there is a black and white cat living two or three houses down the road) and then to have a little pee on the front weed. Trust me, my toilet was only for emergencies and she had promised me the last few days that she would clean it. Then I had my second breakfast, but I wasn't really hungry. My second tour outside was declined as she was (as usual running late) and then she left and I was by myself again - her husband wasn't worth noting. He usually hangs around the house not doing much. Anyway in the afternoon the house was getting a bit warm and I was waiting for my humans return, so I laid stretched out on the bedroom floor and listened for the sound of her metal box. Finally, she arrived, came in, gave me a pat on my head and went straight to that flip thing on the table, she calls it lap top. I thought, 'yeah, she has forgotten. If I make myself invisible and do not bother her we won't go.' I should have left the thinking to someone else! I was dozing off when she sneeked up on me with that terrible plastic box. She always pulls it out when I have to get into her metal box. And how do I hate that!!! It makes me sick, literally. I complain from the moment on the door shuts behind me. To no avail...
I had to go, she told me so. Don't get me wrong, I like the people there, at my local vet clinic. Dr. Ian is a really nice guy and Dr. Erina checks my vitals with soft hands so that I do not get scared to much. Liz, Kerry and Leah may prod me with needles sometimes "but only when I need it" says my human. They are called "nurses". The only one that is always nice to me is Jaci, she asks how I have been and how I do and smiles at me when I get carried in. She sits in the front room and has it easy, she does not have to go into the examination room. I don't have a choice in it. I am an old cat. I may not have had the adventures of a stray, but I flew!!! (this is another story I will tell you another time). Now my bones are old and crunchy and I noticed the last couple of weeks that I had severe issues in settling down. It hurts anyway I turn and that can't be good. To help me they give me a needle in my neck. This will get repeated now for the next four weeks and then I will feel young again. Till the next time... it sucks to go to the Vet.
your ailing feline Fluser