Posted by on Jan 30, 2020 | 20 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe I’m  safer in  here….

Well, listen up, kitties.  I was ambushed yesterday and put in my cag…rolling soft travel compartment…and taken forcibly, with maliciousness thought about ahead of time, or whatever, and had to WAIT in what is called Reception until a crazed Yorkie had his appointment with Mme. Benhamine, a delightful, but still, a VETERINARIAN, anthro and to whose place of work I am kit-napped and taken to get SHOT!

Well, not shot as in, you know, shot, but stuck with a sharp object!

And to add misery to my mangled mentality, THIS is what was in the waiting room:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See where I’m goin’ with this? DOGGIES, DOGGIES EVERYWHERE AND NOT A KITTY-PIC IN SIGHT!

I’m starting a protest movement to get more Kitty Art in that salle d’attente!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mama, could you bring me paper and a pen?  I’m writing a protest article for all French newspapers!