"I had a very traumatic day this week. I had to go to the V-E-T! I hate this cardboard PTU! It is old and it smells of the V-E-T!" (Mom has tried to buy better PTU's but then she can't get us into them unless they are top loaders......)
"I just hate this cardboard PTU......I can barely breathe when it is closed! I hyperventilate, and shake uncontrollably, and cry "Help me, Help me", really loud when I am in it. I am really close to suffocating in this thing!"
"Mom always takes me out of the box when we get to that little waiting room at the V-E-T, and she tries to comfort me. It does not work......I must hide my face and try to pretend this torture is not happening to me again!"
"Oh, no, here we go......I have to get poked and prodded. My heart is fine, I tell you! My lungs are fine! I have two good kidneys! Don't you see how clean and pristine my furs are? Just for the record, clean furs won't get you out of getting your shots......in one shot went in my butt-ock, and then the nerve.....the V-E-T squirted the other shot up my nose!!"
"When we got home I was so traumatized that I had to do a really long session of toe picking. That helps me calm down a little......till next time. And I hear there is a next time.....the V-E-T stole my bloods and I have to go back to get my teeth cleaned!! Mom! Mom!.....pleeeaase don't make me go back!"