I Won’t Go

“I am telling you that I will not step into that. I don’t care what you say. I know what happens every time I am put in that thing.”

They think they are being smart telling me we’re going out to look at the pretty Fall foliage. Maybe they will look at the changing leaves but all I ever see is the back of the car seat or maybe the back of their heads. Not at all an exciting view.

Let me go back and explain how this started and what I am talking about. One day last week after going out to the mailbox for the mail, my houseman came in, looked at me and said, “Oh look. You received an invitation. How nice.” Then he showed me the card that came. I saw my name there, a truly distinguished name at that, but I didn’t care. I am not going to accept.

Now, just so you know, I never accept invitations . I don’t want to go anywhere. I have no need to leave the house. My staff takes care of all of my wants. Why else do you think I let them live here with me?

Back to the present. My servant is saying, “They can’t wait to see you. You know they always make such a big fuss over you every time you go. Dr. Sara loves when you come to visit.”

Well, I am lovable. That’s the truth. And who wouldn’t be happy to see me? I do deserve adulation. No, that doesn’t change my mind.

Dr Sara loves seeing me. Really? Then why does she scratch my head and fawn over me and then proceed to probe, prod, and stick me. I ask you, is that the sign of someone who is happy to see you? The indignity of it all.

Wait! What are you doing? Put me down. I told you I am not going in that thing.

Stop. Don’t you dare close gate. Help. I am a prisoner. I demand you put this thing down immediately and let me out. Oh no. There is the car. I am doomed. Poor me.

Well, if they think I am going to sit here quietly and take this they had better think again. I know it’s a 40 minute ride. My voice is strong. Time to make my displeasure known.


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10 responses to “I Won’t Go

  1. jumpofffindwings

    This reminds me of so many trips to the vet ( and even bringing our latest addition home from the shelter. He had no qualms about letting his “displeasure” be shared. But I am always reminded when people write in another perspective, how the door to creativity opens. I love seeing us as “servants,” lucky members of a “staff.”

  2. haitiruth

    Oh my! I’m feeling sorry for the poor human staff enduring that car ride!
    Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com

  3. Drstt

    I love you Ned!

  4. So you are now a houseman beside the cook, baker, and dutiful husband-a real man of many roles and talents! Your fur baby sounds like a diva. I hope your ride went well. This was a fun post to read.

    • Ned likes to think he is royalty. He prefers to be called Sir Grayson. Of course, the other two don’t let him get too big a head. BTW, I have some Fall pictures for you. How can I get them to you? My email is arjeha@gmail.com if you would like them sent that way just let me know.

  5. That’s exactly the reaction my cat has! Once a year in the car is far more than she thinks is humane. I love the way you have captured your cat’s voice!

    • Each of our cats has a different reaction to going to the vet. Molly is a drooler. By the time we get to the vet’s office the front of her is all wet with drool.

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