I should have guessed when I saw the basket in the hall; but it's been such a long time since I last saw the basket that I didn't think about the implications.
Yes, you've guessed it, they took me to the V. E. T. on Saturday.
They carried me outside and put me in the box on wheels (I think it's called a car). Then they drove me up the hill onto the common and I knew things were not going to be good. Then we stopped to wait for some big animals with humans on them to pass us. You have to see these animals - they are even bigger and scarier than the vishus deer, plus they make loud clopping and chomping noises. I will try and get a photo to show you what they look like.
Then it got worse. I got carried from the car into a building which smelled like hospitals. Firstly, there were loads of dogs (they were big and they smell funny and some seemed okay but not all of them looked cat-friendly).
Then, we went into the little room with a strange human in a white coat. She felt my tummy, looked inside my mouth and gave me an injection. That bit wasn't too bad except she did mention that my "tummy was getting a little large" (she should have seen it before the diet)! She also tried to push a tablet into my mouth but I fooled her. Six times she tried and six times I spat it out. The tablet was supposed to get rid of worms - but what's the point in that - I quite like worms.
Then - hooray - it was all over and we went back home. I got given some tuna as a special treat for all my hardships.
I must remember next time that the basket is not a good sign. FAZ