After he finished lookin' at my eye, with My Mummy holding me with one arm and holding my eye open for him to see with her spare hand (cause he was too big a wet sissy to touch me himself), he didn't even bother to tell me I'z been a big brave boy like lovelylady vet does! I mean where are manners these days? Does they really let vets qualify iffen they don't tell cats they'z beautiful and remember to tell them they've been big and good and brave for puttin' up with d'poking?! It just doesn't seem right to me that they're doing this... A good vet is short, sweet and female for a start! Not tall, male, stupid and lacking in manners... :( I mean they call good manners "eticat" or some such for a reason!
- Eti, from et cetera the Latin for "and so on" or "and other things"
- cat obviously meaning (Felis silvestris catus) better known as the domestic cat
So here I'z am, stuck in d'conehead for another few days... Feelin' kind of sorry for myself and about ready for nap in My Mummy's office. At least My Mummy bothered to tell me what a big brave boy I'z was last night! She even gotted me an extra yummy dinner full of fishes to make up for my having to remain a conehead for another week, when lovelylady vet comes back off holidays and can see me and tell me how beautiful I am and what a big brave boy I've been living with the conehead for so long...! :) At least she understand the finer points of eticat!