Dear World,

You would not believe the horrible day I’ve had.  I am SO pissed off at mom.  As if it weren’t bad enough that I’ve been all itchy lately, for no apparent reason that I can tell, today mom took me to the vet.  And you know what they did there?  They STUCK ME IN THE BUTT.  Yeah, I got not one shot today, but TWO.  Like mom picking me up and stuffing me in that awful cat carrier wasn’t stressful enough, but then all these strangers handled me too?  I can’t begin to TELL you how much I dislike being held.  I don’t even let MOM hold me, for crying out loud!  Who did these people think they were, that they could pick me up, hold me, and then STICK ME IN THE BUTT?!

Yeah, it was a bad day.  On the plus side, I’m not so itchy anymore.  The awful people at the vet’s office said they thought maybe it was fleas.  As if!  But, whatever they gave me seemed to work.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m okay with them sticking me in the butt… but the itching has gone down some.  And that’s not so bad.

So when I got home, Gambit was all over me, hissing and growling ’cause I smelled bad.  Well DUH, I smelled bad!  I smelled like the stupid vet’s office and all that junk they pumped into me.  He finally calmed down once he figured out he wasn’t next on mom’s hit list.  I took a nap under the Christmas tree (I love that mom left that tree up - it’s such a nice place to hide), then I ate some dinner, then I slept some more.

But then, just when I was finally beginning to calm down, it all started again!  Mom got out this goop and spread it all over my neck.  And of course, she had to pin me down to do it, because I was NOT going to go through any more of that kinda treatment willingly.  But I got a good laugh when Gambit got his neck all wet, too.  But then she came back for me!  And you would NOT believe what that woman had the audacity to do.

No, go ahead.  Guess.

No ideas?

SHE RAMMED A PILL DOWN MY THROAT!  She kept telling me it was okay, trying to sound all soothing, like that would make it better.  Right.  Woman!  There’s a pill in my throat!  It will NOT be okay!  Next time, I promise I will bite you.

Ok.  So now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I’m gonna go curl back up under the tree.  I hope mom doesn’t think she’s getting me to curl up with her tonight when she goes to bed.  Right.  Like I would sleep within 10 feet of that traitor.  It was awful.

(But, the itching is a little better… and Gambit did get his dose of that icky wet gooey stuff on his neck, too, so… maybe the night’s not a total loss.)

Affectionately (but not too affectionately - don’t even THINK you can pick me up and cuddle me!  I’m not one of those sissy cats!),

~Seymour