Poor Lulu, she got gypped on a walkie...you need to give her some extra Kraft Singles, and give her an extra belly rub, to soothe her poor little broken heart...
Yes, that was quite the adventure with Helga in the outer waiting room at the vets, screaming and baying her heart out, while the poor vet was trying to calm down a squealing and screaming pot bellied pig...being a vet requires the patience of an angel...
I worked with a womam who went to the same vet office that I did...and she was in love with Dr. Mike....Dr. Mike was a young, handsome, tho rather short vet, who had a grand sense of humor, a way with animals, and a way with the ladies...Helga and I both loved him, and judging from the crowd in his waiting room, he was dearly loved by many people and their pets...
No, Dizzy does not like fish at all...in fact, he wont eat any table food at all, and wont even eat canned cat food...he prefers the hard kibbly type of food he was raised on, and that is all he will eat...but he has special hard treats that I buy him, and they come in three flavors, tuna, crab and chicken...Chicken is the only one he will eat, and those he loves...I always have to keep a big supply of them on hand for him..so I just assume he does not like fish at all...funny cat...
NOW, I have to go cook that nasty catfish...see ya later...