We went to the vet. I hate the vet. Have to wash. Smells icky. Hate it all.
I growled at him.
I had been throwing up. So they took me. To. The. VET. And I had a little fever. And they gave me antibimotics. Or something.
And they are all pleased there is nothing big wrong. But it hurt.
They poked and proded and STABBED me. Hate. Hate. I need to wash it all off.
This is a horrible day.