“Alfred… Alfred… Alfred!” That’s my Moms callin’ me, guys, as I lap up my nice cool water.
“Alfred, you hear me calling you! Stop ignoring me!”
My moms’ puts glasses of water all over the house ’cause neither me nor my Moms ever knows when I might get thirsty and need to take a sip or two… Back in Kigali and Malabo, I never drank water. My Moms was so worried she forced water down my throat especially when we were travelling. Now I’m drinkin’ water all the time. I just love me some water…
“Cat! You’re drinking way too much water! You’re going to the vet to be tested for diabetes!!”
And, with those words, guys, my entire cat life changed.
“Say W-H-A-T…??” I asked lifting up my cat head in bewilderment.
I got stuffed into the dreaded black carrying case and we left for the vet. Guys, I haven’t left my DC Townhome since October 9th, 2012 when my Moms moved back to Washington, DC from Durham.
Can you believe it?!
Well, let me tell you about my vet visit. Moms and I like to go to the Banfield cat hospital at PetSmart. But, ever since the place let Big Head take off and didn’t help catch him and movin’ to DC where the Banfield is far from our Townhome and the great reviews this vet place up street called Atlas was gettin’ on Yelp.com, my Moms decided to take me to Atlas. Yeah, that’s right, guys. Atlas on H street, NE.
My first time back in the Benz realizing I was being takin’ away from my home made empty my bladder right into my carrying case. Moms forgot to put my mini litter box in the carrying case. So, I stunk up the Benz. In the exam room, the vet put a towel over my head to try to calm me down. My moms’ was so nervous because she hadn’t taken me outside of my DC Townhome since Oct 2012 and I was so nervous – all of this made the vet and staff nervous, too! And my Moms is a spitfire when it comes to makin’ sure her Alfred (that’s me, guys!) gets the best of care.
Well, I was calming down when they stuck a needle into my leg to draw my blood!
That’s right, guys! Draw blood. Atlas wanted my blood for the diabetes test! And all these other tests like urinal infections, general cat disease, and – as my Aunt Bibi would say – “whatnot.” I DID NOT like that. It was so humuliating. There I was on the table covered in a towel with my furry cat leg stuck out with a catheter coming out drawing my cat blood. And it like took f-o-r-e-v-e-r…! I started growlin’ and hissin’.
On top of all of this, I got some kind of FIV (that’ HIV for cats) vaccination.
Afterwards, my Moms put me back into the my carrying case and we went home. I was so disoriented that when my Moms let me out of my cat case I headed back down the stairs to go out of the DC Townhome. But, I never ever go down the stairs. My Moms doesn’t let me. I was so confused.
I was gettin’ really sore from that shot they gave me and tired from all the excitement and drama. So, I went up on my King Ottoman and just stayed there. All night
I’m just waitin’ for my blood work to come back to find out if I had diabetes…