What I Put Mom Through

Yesterday, by the time mom was bathed, dressed, and ready for me to go into my PTU I had figured out what was happening. I NEVER EVER go down without a fight! (Ask anyone here who knows me...there's a reason for "Fluffy Scissorpaws!") I streaked to under the bed and didn't move for a very long time. When I finally did come out I bolted for the living area and went on top of the highest piece of furniture and looked at mom. I gave her a look of, "I'm not an idiot, mom!" I stayed up there for an even longer time! By this time, mom had already called the v-e-t office, told them what was going on, and that we might be late. Between bed and high furniture standoffs, mom had tried dangling ham in front of me, opening the fridge several times, asking me if I wanted to go out on my leash, ignoring me, eating something herself, and trying to get me to play with her, all trying to entice me into getting withing grabbing distance. I knew what she was doing so nothing worked. All this lasted an HOUR! I wore mom out too...heehee!! (She needs the excercise.) I finally let her get me when A) she shook the tall piece of furniture making me a bit nervous, and B) I was TIRED! However, I made sure to growl, hiss, and claw her as she was putting me in the PTU for proper effect. I even did something new this year. After she put me into the truck, and climbed in next to me, I reached through the door space, grabbed her arm with my paw, and pulled it up again the PTU, pleading with her to let me out. It didn't work, but she was impressed! Mom was so tired by the time we returned home she left me alone all afternoon! heehee Love, Beau