Poor Hershey had to go the vet today. It was just a check-up, but I still felt sorry for the poor little thing. First, he was suddenly stuffed into a pet carrier bag, taken on a bumpy ride via my wheelchair, got poked and prodded. Not only that, but blood was taken and a thermometer was inserted into his butt.
Such terrible indignities for the Prince of Russia! Maddie calls him Prince Hershel, and makes him do the traditional Russian dance by rubbing a certain spot on belly that make his hind legs go crazy.
It was certainly a cat day afternoon today, but, for me, it's been a medical appointment week. Monday I saw my doctor, today I took Hershey to the vet, and tomorrow I have to go for an ultrasoumd on my stomach.
All in all, I'd rather be painting ....
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