
Momma says I'm crazy and need a time out.
Today was my first doctor visit. All of the girls with white jackets made funny sounds when they saw me. It sounded like “Awwwwwww”. I hope I didn’t do anything wrong. One of the girls said I am now a member of the “Little Whiskers Club”. I don’t know what that is, but it sounds like fun. My Daddy took me into a little room, and let me out of that box he carried me in. I could tell this was not home, but I was not scared because my Daddy was with me.
Then a very tall man in a white coat came in. He made me a little nervous. He said his name was “Doctor Stewart”. He took my temperature, and squeezed me. Then he took me away from the little room and gave me some shots. I think the shots are to make me grow up big and strong. I think Daddy was surprised when he found out I am only 8 weeks old now, and not 10 weeks like he thought. The doctor said I am intelligent and intuitive. I hope those are good things. I like Doctor Stewart. And I think he likes me.
Last night was my first “full moon” in my new home. Daddy said something about me turning into a “werekitten”. I don’t know what that is, but I hope it’s not bad. I think the full moon made me have more energy than normal. I was very excited about every little thing. My Daddy said I needed a “time-out” and he put me in my new Kitty Carrier. Daddy got my carrier for my first doctor appointment this Friday. He said it would come in handy when the moon is full. Here is a picture of me in time-out. I don’t think I like the full moon very much.