Another day of torture?

After she came home from work today, mommy did it again, she pulled out the blue collar and put it around my neck. And again she wrapped me in the spare orange jacket. I certainly froze in fear at what was coming up today!

I knew the turns and the area looked familiar as we drove to the only place I am learning to hate. I was carried in to that large food and supply store, and brought up to that same horrible "banfield" counter but this time, mommy spent more time talking before I was given to Dr. Emily. Again I was carried into the back room, away from mommy. I really hoped they wouldn't violate me again but they did, minimally this time.

Dr. Emily called mommy in to a room on the side where I was held hostage just a little longer against a cold metal table. Mommy asked when she could take off the yellow bandages. I'm SO glad she understood how much I hated them! "Give it a few more days. Really you can take them off right now if you want to, but I'm afraid of her re-opening her wounds if we take them off too soon. As I mentioned earlier we used surgical glue to close them up and stop them from bleeding, but some cats have managed to mutilate themselves in trying to remove it. We like to keep them bandaged as long as possible. But it is up to you, if you can keep an eye on her."

Mutilate themselves?! I know I'm itching like crazy sometimes but I sure don't ever want to ruin my super soft kitten paws! I'll just have to prove to mommy that I can behave on my own.

After a few more minutes of suffering in that small room mommy picked me up in the orange sweater again and to my surprise we left the big supply store. Could it be possible that I made it out so easily? I can't believe my luck! She took me back home and pulled off the blue collar and I rolled all over the wonderful carpet of this super cozy place I call home. Sometimes I forget and take it for granted, but trips to that awful place certainly remind me of how much I appreciate where I am now.