Ooch, ouch, eek. God my paw hurts. And I feel all funny, hot and tired and stuff. You want to know how bad I feel? I didn't feel like my dinner last night. I know, shock horror indeed. I wouldn't have bothered with breakfast this morning except Two-legs carried me through an it would have been rude not to eat it after that wouldn't it?
I tried telling her that it really, really hurt. I thought she was ignoring me but then she packaged me up in that horrible cage and then in the big metal box and took me way off my turf. Always a bit scary. I don't like the way it makes me feel and I keep yelling for her to stop but she doesn't for ages.
Then she sticks me on a table that smells really weird and a strange woman started prodding me until I cried. It really, really, really hurt. I tried to warn her to stop but the Two-Legs had me pretty well pinned down and to be honest I just didn't have the energy. You should see my paw, it must be 15 times its normal size! (You know cats aren't good with numbers right?) It's the paw on the left by the way.
Anyway, she stuck a couple of needles in me which frankly didn't hurt as much as her prodding my paw and then it was back in the cage and back in the metal box home. I told her to hurry up and how cross I was until we got home and then she put me on my favourite seat and I was able to chill and doze off at last. To be honest, I am feeling a little better. I wonder if it was anything to do with the trip?
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