I’ve had the bandage on for a few days now - remember my story where I cut my paw? All this time of course I’m stuck in doors … just like I was this time last year… I hate litter trays!
Well today The Box reappeared and you’ve guessed it, once again I’m bundled into it and taken for a shake to the vets. This is yet a different vet, though it’s the same place we were a few nights ago. This time however the bandage is taken off. After proding my foot a little and having a good look at it, the bandage stays off. Result!
There’s me minding my own buisness wandering around the area when I jump up a wall. As I reach the top I find there is broken glass fixed to the wall. I did not like this!
I try desperately to stop my paw from bleeding, but all the liking is having no effect. When the people come in and discover I’ve cut my paw they go all a little funny. They think by putting some bandage on my foot it’ll get better. What do they know I thought.
So every time they put a bandage on and start looking a little relieved, I take the thing off - how am I suppoed to like the injury with this nonsense on it? This goes on for a little while until The Box reappears! I’ve written about the box before - it means the vet. I’m not stupid, I can work things out you see.
Sure enough, it’s not long before the shove me into it and we’re off. I’m tired, weak and now they shake me around - of course I make a mess of it, what did they think would happen?!
We get to the vet - but this is a different vet and before I know it he, too, has put a bandage on my foot. However he seems to be a little more experienced then the two I live with - this one I just can’t get off. Bummer!