Getting My Health Certificate

Usually when I go out, I’m happy and excited. But as you can see here, I’m viewing this outing with a bit of trepidation. That’s because I got whisked off to the vet clinic to get a health certificate. We are flying to Newark next month for Meet the Breeds, and it’s a different airline from normal. They wanted a health certificate on file for me, so I needed to get one.

There I am on the Welcome board! Where no kitty (or dog) wants to see their name.

It actually wasn’t that bad a visit. The vet tech gave my human the option of not taking my temperature — so she said to skip it. She knows how much I hate that. I weighed about 6-1/2 lbs., which is usual for me.

For the actual examination, I got some cuddles, and the vet stared into my eyes, ears, and mouth. Plus I got squeezed a little and the vet listened to my heart beat. I gave out a headbutt or two.

It went by quickly and soon enough we were done, and my human had to pay the bill.

And the best part was I got treats practically the whole time I was there! So it wasn’t so bad after all.

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