Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Scooby's CATastrophe (part 1)

I'm just recovering. I had the most terrible weekend - worse than my worst nightmare. It all started... well when I woke up really. As soon as I couldn't open the cat flap I knew something was wrong. What is it? My mind raced. Morgan went out without any problem so I feared the worst. I was going to the vet. A living hell for all animals. My mind could barely remember the last time I went but I knew the score. I had seen Morgan's futile attempts to not get in the cage (he sticks all his 4 paws out). But i had a go anyway... you never know do you? My heart was pounding. All I could do was let out a moan - a plea. I was in the cage. How could Katty do this to me? Her soothing voice comforted me a bit. She always promises she will never let anything bad happen to me. She spoke softly as she took me there and when we were in the waiting room I smelled my destination. What was that sound? I could hear people talking. "Scooby" mum said I love it when people say my name but not this time. It was the last thing I want to hear. I heard a bark. Stop! Stop! Part of me is relieved I'm in this cage now. Protected. I hear my name again "Scooby." Usually I hear it and think what a wonderful name it is but this time I hated it. On the move again. I am put down on some surface. After a moment I am lifted up again. I wish I could see where I am going but all I can see is objects. The smell stays the same. The worst smell any cat could smell, even worse than stale food. Another surface I'm lifted on. The cage door opens. I stay still. Perhaps no-one will notice me. No such luck. There's Katty trying to lure me out. I shut my eyes - go away, go away! The top comes off my world - well not exactly my world, the cage and I'm dragged onto a table with everyone staring at me. I smell dogs and cats and sweat glands of the earlier victims. I'm getting prodded and poked like a mouse. I tuen round and see a computer, 'I can use one of those' I think and head to it. I'm pulled back. Then I hear a word that's 2nd in my list of most hated words: diet.
Find out what happens next... Continued on Saturday