First you take me to the vet.
Next you confine me to the house for over a week so that I can “heal.”
I may be sleeping right now but I’m still furious.
Weren’t we here a couple of days ago?
Didn’t you say that this was our only time here for the year?
So maybe I had an altercation with another Cat…
So maybe I have a slight wound to my flank that is weeping stinky pus…
That’s hardly a reason to bring me back here.
You are not my favorite Human right now.
Even the Biggest, Baddest, Blackest and Whitest Boss Cat looks forward to his weekly brushing.
Yes… Concentrate on the head… I may have had a run-in with a spider web or two.
Bath? What?! No, that’s really not necessary, Human Daddy.
Just keep doing what you’re doing.
Don’t forget my right flank. I fear that I’ve acquired some burrs on both sides of my glossy top coat.