I mean I love Dr. P., don't get me wrong. She's a big fan of mine. And I get to visit my buddy Chance the office cat. He's one funny dude. But seriously? Do you know what happens at the vet?
First they weigh me and I get to hear "constructive" criticism about my rad hockey body. Blah blah blah... less kibble, more exercise... I am Canadian. This is how cats roll in the Great White North, eh!
Then they stick things in your ears, poke your stomach, and then they do something I can't even talk about. Let's just say it involves a thermometer. It's so not cool.
Finally the stab you with needles! Well, ok - that's not really a big deal. I actually never know when they're doing that one. I'm usually too busy giving Dr. P. my sexy face.
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