I’m still unhappy about the pressure I felt when I took Max to the vet the other day. I decided to try going to a different vet and pretend that it was Max’s first visit since I got him from the breeder. I wanted to see how another vet would treat me. I took Max to the vet suggested by my co-worker, Debbie. I will mention this place by name because I LOVED my visit. It is called Northwind Animal Hospital.
First of all, when I went in, they ooo-ed and ahhh-ed over Max. It was great!
Secondly, I felt much more relaxed at this place because I wasn’t the only man there. At the other place, I was always halfway preparing for them to sacrifice me in some womany druidic ritual. I never saw a single other man in all the times I visited there with Ned.
Thirdly, when the tech was talking with me about vaccinations, she automatically started crossing several of them off the list because Max is an indoor cat. That’s what I’m talking about!
Fourthly, when the doctor looked at Max, she did not frighten me with words about heart murmurs or ear polyps. She told me I had a healthy kitten. Excellent.
I was so glad to get Max in the above pose. While I was cleaning my basement, I stumbled across all the framed pieces I had taken down when I re-arranged the living room. One of the things was a watercolor print of a sphynx cat that Brent had given me for Christmas.
It’s totally Max! Brent must be psychic or something. Weird.
And since this is another post about Max, here’s another movie. This time it’s Max eating part of his dinner. Twice a day he gets a third of a can of moist food, and a chunk of raw stew beef.
Isn’t it cute how he drags blood all over the kitchen floor? Awww…
I too have often thought that, “Brent must be psychic or something weird”. You know what else is a little weird, I don’t think you’ve ever posted a watercolor by anyone I know.
1. Great painting and pose! Now you won’t have to waste time & money having him sit for his portrait.
2. Don’t ever have an open wound around that cat. *jibblie*
That piece of meat is HUGE! It’s as big as the meat of a baby bunny – which is Bobbie’s wild game of choice.
H.U.G.E.
Awww, You must be so proud. I know I am proud when my cat drags the dead flesh of another animal around on my kitchen floor.
Yay for finding a great vet! I think Max knew too, that’s why he was so alert … as for the painting … Do do, Do do, Do do Do do …
(do you have any paintings of piles of cash or diamonds in your basement?)
Pegster, how long have you looked like Flipper? This is a side of you with which we are unfamiliar!!
Great idea about the cash and diamonds, though – I’d go for platinum or gold, too, as those items fetch a pretty denarius these days, too. Get painting, Brent!
I particularly like the way you tease your Nebraska friends with IKEA bags in the background of that video – you are so cold!
So what would you like me to give you a picture of for Christmas this year?
An IKEA. With the Lincoln, NE skyline in the background. 😀
Or piles of cash and diamonds!
How about a winning season for the Orioles?
(HA! Isn’t it funny that I answered with a sports answer? I crack myself up!)
Heh. Isn’t that like the Cubs going to the World Series?
(You need a gravatar.)
Hey now! It’s going to happen. One of these centuries, as God is my witness, it’s going to happen…
Hi Max! What kind of meat was that? It looked like a skinned mouse.
And the painting of Max is too freaky.
In the style of Mastercard:
Digging a treasured gift from a sibling out of your basement at long last because it finally (very closely) resembles a pet you actually have – extremely sensitive of you.
Second vet bill in days – ka-ching, ka-ching.
Finding a vet you feel comfortable with and can trust – priceless.
Congrats, you two! Now may you not have reason to need to see this new vet very often, Max. Stay “healthy kitty”!!