Taking my medicine

I haven't been too well over the winter. In fact, I've been to that Horrible Vet too many times recently. I know exactly what's happening as soon as the nasty cage comes out of the cupboard. The last couple of times, I was trussed up in a towel to go there - but I still knew where I was going.

Mrs Servant thinks she can slip my medicine into my food without my realising. But I have my beady eye on her when she's preparing my meals. I can see exactly how she's doctoring my food. And she thinks I can't taste it!

On the plus side, I do get a rather tasty treat once a day, so that sort of makes up for it. I suppose. Anyhow, now I'm feeling better I don't see why I still need to take my medicine. Let's hope there are no more trips to That Place.

What a way to spend the morning

Today started much the same as usual. Breakfast, sleep....then Mrs Servant unceremoniously bundled me into that horrid cage thing.

This means one thing: the dreaded vet. If truth be told, I quite like the journey there. I can sniff all kinds of new smells and see new things - all from the safety of my cage.

However, as soon as we got to the postbox on the corner, I knew we were just a few seconds away. So I dived into the rear of the cage and hid. I told myself: "If he tries to pull me out, I'll hiss and spit and scratch."

He tipped my cage on its end but I hung on tightly with my front claws. I held out for as long as I could but eventually I was pinned to the table. Then the nasty vet gave me an injection. After that, he peered into my ears and eyes and mouth. I hate people doing that to me - especially the VET.

Luckily we came home straight away and I've spent the rest of the day asleep, trying to forget my stressful morning.

Things that scare me

I'm generally a brave cat and will face up to dogs as big as labradors. I once even shoulder-biffed a rather-too-curious-for-its-own-good little dog and sent it sprawling. I say 'little' but it WAS twice my size.

However, brave as I may be, there are certain things that never fail to scare me.

• tin foil (just seeing Mrs Servant take the foil out of the drawer is enough to make me flee)
• plastic bags (that incredibly loud rustling noise they make really alarms me)
• fireworks
• nasty dogs (especially Taz)
• going to the vet