Well, they had to bring me to the dreaded vet yesterday. That's right, this healthy old body had issues. I'd been scratching and pawing at my right ear lately, so mom ended up bringing me to the doctor, only to find out my ears were simply dirty.
I'll put money on it that if I poked and prodded enough in, oh, say, dad's ears I'd find some dirt. Hell, there might even be some Fritos, bottle caps, and maybe even some spare change.
As if all this wasn't bad enough, I couldn't hold my bladder until we got back home, and we didn't quite make it into the apartment before I peed. That's right- I am not afraid to admit it- I flooded the bottom of my carrier (actually, I did it to get back at them for stuffing me into the damn thing, but don't tell mom). This lead to a bath, which, they claim, I was overdue for anyway.
After all this I was at least rewarded with a special treat, after which I spent about a hundred hours washing myself. I then soaked two different towels during the drying off process, but got some great cuddle time with dad. I may have been a little evasive towards mom at first, but eventually, before bedtime I did curl up on her lap as well.
I forgive you, mom. I know you were just trying to take care of me.