I only weigh 8 pounds, but….
It took two vet techs, a beach towel, a cone of shame, the feline specialist vet, and my mum to control me.
They almost failed.
I have the strength of twenty cats twice my size.
I almost drew the vet’s blood before she drew mine.
I tore Jorge the vet tech’s name tag off and broke it.
I told the other vet tech to take her “distract the cat with a tapping pen” technique and go fuck herself.
The feline specialist vet had to take a break from me.
I’ll eat whatever the fuck I want, but not the special “stew” the vet sent home.
I screamed so loud and so frequently that I scared a dog in the waiting room.
His people thought they should leave.
They should have.
I am incredibly bad ass.