Today, mum made a special 5.15 appointment for me to go and get my jabs. She started looking for me at 3pm. She thought she might have to cancel again.
She got my dish and knife out, I wouldn't come in. I meowed at the sight of the fancy feast, but I wouldn't come near her.
Finally she remembered she had some ham in the fridge, and the wrinkle of the deli bag enticed me to my plate, where she did a grab and push into the PTU.
Jabs completed, vet test passed - thanks Natalie!! Now I have been under the house for two hours, and mum hasn't seen me. That will teach her.