Yesterday I had to go to the stabby place. I got a shot. I got put in a bag of all things! (Come to think of it, that was a very smart thing for the vet to do, because I would never sit placidly on the scale.) First I got weighed, then they opened the bag a little bit so they could give me a shot in the leg. I had many things to say when I was given that shot, none of them being positive. I hissed, spat, and growled all at once. I don't think I've said so much in my life! But on the positive, I got a WHOLE can of tuna for breakfast out of pity from my humans!
Today, I am relaxing and recuperating from my ordeal. I am now back to my normal, adventurous, and purring self.