On the way...
the blanket I am riding on says:
SPOILED ROTTEN
Momma captured me and tortured me today. She put in a cage and made me go to the V-E-T. I was not happy. I cried all the way to the V-E-T. They stole my bloods and stuck me with sharp pins. They clipped my beautiful long claws and said I *gasp* gained weight. The V-E-T was not upset that I had gained. Momma was afraid they were going to tell her I had to go on a diet, but the V-E-T was happy with my weight gain. I have to wait until tomorrow to find out if my bloods are all OK, but I have been doing great the past few days so Momma hopes that it was just a once in a blue moon thing when I got sicks a few weekends ago. I don't like going in the car and being stuck and poked and prodded at the V-E-T.
