*Note from Tigger's Mom: I wrote this in the summer time frame of 1996, when Tigger was having a series of seemingly never-ending bladder infections. Before the Vet and I decided it would be better for both of us for me to give him shots at home, we had to make many Vet trips, this is just an example of one of them.....
In the car......
Tigger: Sigh.... I wonder where she’s taking me now. I don’t know for sure,
but I know that wherever it is I don’t want to go. If only I had stayed under the bed, she
can’t get me down there. But instead, I feel like a death row prisoner in this cage. I wish
she’d let me out so I could climb all over the car, not to mention change the radio station. I
just hate that awful music she listens to.
"Meeeeoooowwwww."
Tigger’s Mom: "It’s okay, Tigger."
Tigger: Sure it’s okay. It might be okay for you, you’re not the one in the cage.
Upon Arrival at the Vet's...
Tigger: "Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow."
"Where’s my mommy? She went away and left me. I’m looking but I don’t see her anywhere.
There’s a big dog over there, I hope he doesn’t eat me. Please mommy, come back. I promise not
to pee on the carpet anymore. I promise not to jump on the tables. I promise not to whack Sugar
on the head. I promise not to bury my food, or chew up your homework, please don’t leave me here.
"Meeeeoooowwwww!" Oh, there she is. I guess she didn’t really leave me. Well then, I hope she
didn’t hear me say all those things.
Vet assistant: "Okay Tigger, we’re ready for you!"
Tigger: Oh joy.
In Examination Room...
Tigger’s Mom: "Come on out Tigger, it’s okay."
Tigger: Not in this lifetime. Gee Mom, you must really think I’m dumb. There’s no way
I’m coming out of here. (Cage is tilted downward) Oh no, someone is trying to tip my cage. Oh
darnit, I have no place to go but out. I just really hate this.
Waiting for Vet............
Tigger: Gee this table sure is cold. Why is it that I stay home all
the time, and when she finally takes me someplace it’s always a place with no lizards or birds
to chase, no bags or boxes to climb in, just cold tables to lay on? Why can’t she ever take me
anyplace fun?
Dr. Miller enters..........
Dr. Miller: "Hi Tigger, how are you?"
Tigger: Oh, what difference does it make? If I tell you that I’m doing just fine do
you promise not to squeeze me, poke me, or inject me with any foreign substances? I just bet
that you won’t.
Dr. Miller: "Well, let’s see if we can find his bladder today." Squueeeezzze.
Poke.
Tigger: OUCH! Hey, don’t touch me like that! This guy is fresh! OUCH!
Could we just leave my bladder out of this? Can’t you just check my ears or something? If I
could just make a mad dash to that carrier, I could end all this agony. What have I done to
deserve all this? Okay Mom, you win. I promise not to chew any more holes in the screen on
the balcony, just get me outta here! OUCH! A shot!? Why? I didn’t ask for that.
We live in a democracy.....yeah, right.
Minutes later..........
Tigger: What? I’m done? Really? You mean you’re actually gonna let
me go back in the cage? Oh boy! I can’t wait to get home! I’m gonna bite the heck out of
Sugar’s ear! After I’ve chewed that to smithereens, I’m going under that bed and never coming
out. "Hey Mom, can we stop at McDonald’s on the way home?"
