Shakespeare, why are you hiding?  I’m the one who had the awful weekend.

I know, but I’m afraid the same thing may happen to me.  Why don’t you tell everyone about your adventure.

It started off as such a good holiday weekend.  Mom was going to be home from work for four whole days and we knew that meant we would get lots of outside time and probably extra treats.  Everything was going great until Saturday morning.  Before I knew it, Mom had picked me up and carried me out struggling and meowing to the car.  She actually put me in the car and thought she was going to drive away with me.  I wanted to make a run for it, but she got the door closed.  I just sat on her lap and yelled at her.  She told me I was just going to the doctor’s house and that everything would be fine.  No way.  That was NOT what  I wanted to do.  She carried me into the doctor’s house and I let everyone know I was there.  However, Mom was really proud of me ‘cuz she sat me down on the chair next to her and I just stayed there and glared at the lady behind the desk.   Mom didn’t have me in a carrier and she didn’t have one of those leash things on me but I figured it would be best for me to stay put and glare.  So I did.

Before long I was in a smaller room and that’s when the humiliation began.  First off, they put me in the tray and WEIGHED me!!!!  Who on earth wants to be weighed???

Before long the doctor man came into the room.  Now I will admit that I like him.  He’s known me since I was a little kitten.  He started looking me over and I won’t ever tell you how he took my temperature!  That’s just rude!

He told Mom that I had to do more exercises.  Can you believe it?  I don’t eat as much as Shakespeare but what I eat seems to stay with me.  Mom said she understood why she was getting bruises from me jumping on her in the middle of the night.  I’m a BIG kitty!  I found out I weigh a little over 21 pounds.  The doctor man didn’t have to tell Mom that!  Then he actually had the nerve to give me two shots.  However, he was amazed at how calm I was when he did that.  Little did he know that inside I was saying some naughty things.

Before long, the doctor man said I was doing good and I could go home and tell Shakespeare all about my adventure.  I can’t wait until he has to go see the doctor man!!

From the Mom:  Hemingway really is good when he goes to see the doctor man.  He does have to go in and have his teeth cleaned but I haven’t told him that.  He had been reading about his friends the Colehaus Cats www.colehauscats.com and their adventures at the doctor’s house so he figured he could share his “tail of woe” as well.   I must admit I was rather proud of Hemingway.  He acted like such a gentleman.  He did do lots of “singing” in the car on the way over and the way home, but over there he was very meek and mild.  Now when Shakespeare goes to see the doctor man, it’s a different story.  He has to go in a carrier and he is not quiet at all.  The boys are very much individuals.