Little did I know when I was snuggled up to the computer, that within several hours, I would be whisked off in that horrible cage to the vet. The keeper claimed I have upper respiratory issues and that I was snorting like a pig. The vet looked at me and agreed and they noted I was a little fat. Then I got two injections and went back into the cage. I howled as loudly as I could so they would let me go home. We were home within the hour. I am feeling better now. I know I should be grateful, but what did wild cats ever do without injections? I guess they died. So I am grateful.
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