The vet is very nice to Gyppy. He has big hands and snuggles with me. If he was a critter, he would either be a big setter dog or a Maine coon cat. He is very hairy, but very kind to Gyppy, even when he looks in my mouth. He says I have dental problems. Mummy takes pictures of dental things on the wall. (I did hear words called “teeth cleaning” discussed.)
He takes me away and takes blood and gives me shots, and then gives Mummy little pills so I can ride to the lake in the car and not hurl. We leave. Mummy pays the $200 (really). Mummy does not leave with the other orange cat.
(Note from Mummy: My earlier dental appointment that day was about the same amount, but at least I had half-off insurance! And I’ll need another appointment too – for a crown. I would rather have a crown like Lisa OceanDreamer’s or some of Sandra Everston’s beautiful head wear!)