our bodies our selves - feline edition

and the me mew movement

I entered the vet’s office to find Dr. Jabby wiping blood from his arms. He looked like he’d been trying to untangle a mess of barbed wire.

That Trevor of yours, when you go to his crate, he’s so nice and friendly. The staff love him. They’ll pick him up and carry him around, no problem. But any time I go to check him out or start any sort of examination or intervention, he gets a little feisty.

A little fiesty?

Dude looked like he’d been in a wrestling match with some nasty farm equipment and was lucky to have what was left of his limbs.

Well, I said, It seems Trevor here has picked up a copy of Our Bodies Ourselves - Feline Edition.

The two purple haired vet techs froze instantly then gave me a look that would make Medusa stiff. Sensing that no one in the room was a-mews’d excepting myself and my feline companion, I continued.

Oh sure, he’s part of the ‘hashtag me mew’ movement.

No laughs, just more uncomfortable stares filled the room.

My heart quickened. Everyone was on edge without a clu…