Oh no, the cat-doctor
“We should take him to the veterinarian to be checked
out,” the lady said. “He could have medical problems that need to be treated.”
I’d just been bathed with nice-smelling stuff, and the
lady was drying my soft, clean fur with a fluffy towel. It felt good. I wasn’t
sure what the man and woman were talking about. I hoped it wasn’t the cat-doctor.
The way Tommy smirked when he said that name terrified me.
“I’ll come with you,” he said. “He may get frightened
riding in a vehicle.”
“That would be helpful since we don’t have a harness
for him yet.” The lady tidied up the towels and put away the bottles of liquids
that she had used to wash me. “They don’t make appointments, so we may have to
wait a bit, but it’s important.”
“I agree.”
“Okay, let’s go,” she said. She picked me up and
carefully carried me outside to a funny little vehicle that didn’t have any
doors, a proper windshield, or much of anything. She put me on her lap and
said, “We have to leave room for our golf cart driver.”
I wanted to tell them I understood. We were going for
a drive in a carrito de golf. I’d seen many golf carts, but I’d never
ridden in one. My previous owner had a moto, a scooter, and I would
stand in the footwell while the man drove; sometimes another human friend rode
with us.
This man backed the little vehicle out onto the street
and turned south. We passed a few of my regular places where I usually scrounge
for food. I hadn’t crossed this street since my accident a year ago. When I was
younger and didn’t know that the roads were dangerous for animals, a car hit
me on my rump. I have a limp, and when I’m tired, I lift my right hind leg and
run on three legs.
Our drive was very short, and I had fun riding in the carrito
de golf, snuggled between two people who seemed to like me. We parked in
front of a building with many brightly painted images of dogs and cats.
“The memory wall is filling up,” the woman said,
nodding towards the paintings.
“Yes, it’s a nice way to help support the veterinary
clinic and remember cherished pets,” the man agreed.
I looked at the wall. There were numerous pretty paintings of dogs and cats, but I could smell fear. Many sick and frightened pets came to this building.
Oh no! This had to be the evil cat-doctor that Tommy
had warned me about.
I started to shake and tremble.
