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Well, That Was Fun

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Just got back from the vet with Tunch, and boy was that fun.

Tunch, it turns out, does not like rectal thermometers.

I just watched my normally docile cat turn into a snarling, hissing, growling beast straight out of Stephen King’s Pet Cemetary.

Bastard even bit me (and the doctor, and the attendant).

My response- take him home and give him tuna. Man do these animals have us wrapped around their damned fingers.

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  1. 1.

    Rick

    Tunch, it turns out, does not like rectal thermometers.

    I think the world’s only creature that does was just acquitted yesterday of some major, related charges.

    Cordially…

  2. 2.

    ppgaz

    As owner and slave to 4 cats, it’s like this: I serve entirely at their pleasure.

    Somehow they are able to employ their walnut-sized brains to deciphering, and figuring out how manipulate, just about every aspect of my behavior.

  3. 3.

    JG

    I have two cats. The only reason they haven’t taken over the house is because I also have a pitbull.

  5. 5.

    CaseyL

    My vet uses those electronic thermometers. It’s still an anal probe, but only takes half a minute. Doggies and kitties rejoice; and their humans do, too.

    John, how did babysitting your sister’s critters work out? At last report, all was excursions and alarums. Were you able to sequester everyone away from everyone else?

  6. 6.

    John Cole

    It was an absolute disaster, and Tunch got fleas from my sisters dog and worms from the damned fleas (when cats groom themselves, they eat the fleas andflea dirt and the fleas carrying the worm).

    Now I have to fleabomb the house.

    And Tunch is still giving me dirty looks.

  7. 7.

    Mary

    And I’ll bet his farts smell like tuna, too.

    Our tabby decided to quietly starve herself when we switched her dry food to something more appropriate for a cat in her golden years. Once we noticed that she was turning into Skeletor, we whisked her off to an alarmed vet who confirmed that she had lost almost three pounds. We were advised to feed her a can of wet food each day until she gained weight, then to try to switch her to geriatric food again.

    Anyone want to make bets right now how this is going to turn out?

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