It's the Evil Cat Carrier! Can you see me inside looking despairing? The next thing I knew I was being taken out into the cold, cold evening and put into the car and driven off to the V-E-Ts! When we got there I sat in the waiting room meowing very loudly but we didn't have to wait long because it was nearly closing time and we were the last appointment. The v-e-t's surgery has tinsel and baubles all over it at the moment and looks all sparkly. The v-e-t was the Australian v-e-t with the very loud voice who we saw last time. I refused to get out of the ECC just to be difficult, and he tipped it up and tipped me out! (and complained about how heavy I was). My mum showed him the results from my blood sugar tests from the last couple of months and he said I was doing very well with my diabetes control. Then he weighed me because he thought I had put on weight, but to his surprise I had actually lost a bit more weight since last time! I am 19 lb now.

After that my mum asked the v-e-t to give me my annual vaccinations and she said "If he isn't up to date with his vaccinations we can't send him to the kitty jail next summer" and I said "Don't give me the injection! Then I won't have to go to the kitty jail!" but it was too late, he had already stuck the needle in me and I didn't feel a thing. He filled in my special vaccination book and checked to see if my microchip was still working. Then my mum asked the v-e-t to look at my teeth and I really didn't enjoy that, he forced me to open my mouth and scraped bits off my teeth; that was not fun.

I thought we would be going home after that but then the v-e-t picked me up and carried me away from my humans and into another room. I waved my paws at them over his shoulder going "Where is he taking me?" He put me on a table in this back room and shaved my neck again in the place where the hair had only just grown back from last time, and then he got a big needle and stuck it in my neck and stole some more blood! I sat still and co-operated (trying to get it over quickly) and he said I was a good boy. The v-e-t nurse was holding me and I liked her so I shed some floof on her and licked her hair when she bent over to me. Then I got carried back into the waiting room and there were my humans waiting for me, so I was put back in the Evil Cat Carrier and, after my mum had paid the v-e-t nurse £75 (that's about $150), we went home.

My mum says most of the cost was for the blood test they are doing; it's called a fructosamine test and it checks that my mum's home tests are right about my blood sugar being stable. She is going to phone for the results on Wednesday.

Although I behaved myself at the v-e-t's, I was a bit freaked out by the whole experience and I hissed at my dad when he opened the front door again later, in case he was going to take me back there! (And this is very unusual for me because I never hiss except at d-o-gs.) After I had been plied with treats I started to feel a bit more relaxed. I hope the rest of the weekend is more peaceful!

Updated Christmas card score: Humans 3, Me 3.