Tortured Cats

Today I found out what it means to go to the vet. To begin with, I was minding my own business when He caught Kasey and put her in a carrying box. I thought it was a bad sign, so I went and hid. It wasn't easy, but They found me, but I was too slick for them. I trusted Her, but when She got hold of me, She tried to put me in a box, as well. I managed to escape by clawing Them with my back claws. I promise you, If I had front claws, it would have been Them going to the doc. I struggled to hide and avoid Their clutches, but both of Them were too much for me, and I got put in a box, like Kasey. Both of us cried a lot, but They didn't care. He took us and put us in His car, and She came along. She talked to us and sang to us, and I felt a little better. Then we got to the vet. They took us away and sprayed some nasty stuff all over us, then forced us to take a pill. The vet told them it would kill every flea for 24 hours. She said that meant until tomorrow. Actually, the fleas already started to die while we were still there. If the fleas get off of us, I may forgive Him and Her some time. The table at the vet was full of dead fleas when we were back in our boxes. Well, we are home now, and there are more hard times ahead, until all the fleas are gone. She told us that a guy was going to come and spray the whole house, and we would have to go somewhere while the guy was here. I hear Her coming, so I must go and hide. It hurts my feelings that She tortured Kasey and me. I don't want to be around Her. Or Him. I trusted them. I'll tell you more tomorrow.