Angry Cat

I had to take Emma the Cat to the Vet yesterday. Upon seeing me remove the cat carrier from the closet (deluxe model, soft and comfy) she yelped and ran and hid under the bed. No amount of coaxing or cat treats could make her come out, so eventually the manual method which involved much Laoch bloodletting and pathetic cat distress sounds (help! help! help!) came into play.

Here is a snippet of our conversation:

Me: Would you like to go to the vet this morning?

Emma the cat: No, I will not go into the cat carrier. You can not make me.

Me: Don't you like the vet?

Emma the cat: No, do you like the proctologist?

Me: How about a cat treat?

Emma the cat: Yes, I would like a treat. No, you can not fool me by putting the treat into the cat carrier.

later

Me: That was not so bad was it?

Emma the cat: You sir, are a beast! I demand that you pet me and give me some food. I have missed hours of napping! Ok now that I have eaten I will hide under the bed for the rest of eternity. My new motto for you is the same way I feel about Barak Obama, “We won’t get fooled again.”

Me: I am sorry but it was for your own good.

Emma the cat: You are a lying dog.

Nothing like accurate character analysis from your cat.