Tiggie warned me to keep my tail curled under, but that vet's assistant managed to push my tail aside any ol' way. That was not fun. At all.
Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, they did something else completely unspeakable to me, and then told Treater that I would have to stay there until I was able to "leave a sample."
How completely and utterly unladylike.
I spent the whole durn day there...with all those other Cats and those barking, whining D-O-G-s. We should have banded together and staged a mass revolt of some sort. I think we could have busted outta there. However, I actually think those D-O-G-s liked it there. Strange critters.
Now, Treater and Napper tell me I have to take a pill every day...for ten days. Well, I took that first one, but I'll show them. I can still bite fingers and hide 'way back under the bed.