As Sheila was brought into the room, her keen senses immediately noticed that something was amiss. For starters, she appeared to be the only cat there, not the convivial assemblage she had been led to expect. Second, the antiseptic space had a distinct lack of carpeted blocks, rope ladders, and other climbable surfaces. Finally, apart from an intriguing roll of gauze, there were no entertaining toys. Clearly, the promised visit to Clara’s Cat Cafe had been a ruse.
That look says “I’m shredding your drapes tomorrow,” Sharon H.
But what is the little puppy on the vet’s shoulder doing there?
Think that’s a poster, but shoulder puppies should definitely be a thing!
Meanwhile, with eyes like that, I predict lots of treats incoming to this cat.
My kitty shuts down at the vet. They are nice enough to give her a blankie to hide in while on the exam table, and she uses it!
“Is that a puppy on your shoulder? Or a CO-CONSPIRATOR!!???”
Right? Bad enough they tricked kitty into going to the V-E-T, but there’s a puppy, too?! Terrible people! C’mon, kitty, you can hang out with me.
As the French say “J’accuse!!!!!!!” while pointing a very sharp finger at you.
“Mom. You lied.”
Definition of betrayal.