I’m a vet, I don’t want to know what they are calling me.
As adorable as they are, as cute as they are, as graceful and elegant as they can be .... when in the presence of The Dreaded Vet ... the language is like that of a raving dock worker ... a drunken sailor ... a prison inmate ... in other words, unrepeatable.
Our three Meezers wouldn’t call you a blessed thing. Principally because they try to hide in the back of their carriers and pass as invisible whenever we visit the vet.
May I assure you that is the one and only time our superstars have any humility. Whatsoever.