Cats love Santa, but whenever he comes to town, we can’t score any quality lap time because he’s surrounded by DOGS.
Now I understand why Benny, that cat in New Jersey, hauled off and bit Santa the other day. My vet held an open house yesterday for “valued customers” to have their picture taken with Santa.
The dog on the invitation should have served as warning.
I got a new red harness and leash and was forced (unsuccessfully) to practice wearing them for days. But the last straw was seeing my carrier come out of the closet. I dove under the bed and Karen had to drag me out by that cursed leash.
Open house? Bah, Humbug! It was a big Dog-a-Thon.
Some people even brought multiple mutts and small children to meet Santa. I saw only two other cats miserably huddled in their carriers before turning my back in disgust.
The vet’s assistant told Karen, “We had one other cat here earlier who did OK.”
Only ONE cat?
My demeanor clearly conveyed that I was in no mood to cozy up to some strange guy smelling all doggy, and a shot of me looking thoroughly pissed off wasn’t the Kodak moment Karen had in mind, so she took me home.
Now, I’m not accusing the dogs of being bad or anything. They were happy, excited, sniffing everything and each other – just being DOGS.
But who needed that? If I had come home smelling bad, I’d have never heard the end of it from Adele and Fred.
Back on my home turf, I let Karen snap this consolation photo for all her trouble: