Shipscat one here.
What an eventful week, I was just licking my lovely tasty new neck scab when the fat cook took it into his head to take us to that place where men in white coats are cruel to us cats.
So into the cages go sis and I and off we go in the car, knowing how much it winds the monkeys up sis and I had a little sing song in the back all the way there.
Well when we got there there were these horrible great wolves that slobbered and whined all the time we were in the waiting room (about a decade in cat years I reckon), but then the vet had them in to do dark mysterious things hopefully involving needles and pills and stuff, cos I hate wolves.
Anyway the vet calls us in and the fat cook gets me out first. Naturally the vet is very taken with how handsome I am saying "hasn't he got lovely markings" but then he looks at my scab and goes "Urgh he's been bitten and its gone all nasty with excsma", well no shit Sherlock, I kind of noticed that although I didn't think it tasted that bad myself, and he sticks some pins in me back with stuff called anti-biotics and gives the fat cook some pills to give me later.
So I goes back in the box and out comes sis. Ha hah hah she get poked and prodded, "say Ahh Puss" he says as he prys her mouth open and then he stuck some pins called boosters her. Thats cool I thought a bit of quality entertainment for me at last then he says
"Bring him back in two weeks for his boosters"
"OK" says Cook, just wait till he trys to give me those pills.