The Good Vet

I have a vet that visits,
Each and every year.
To check out the Siamese-ers,
I never have to fear.

I close the bedroom doors tightly,
So they don’t run and hide.
They must sit and get their shots,
If with me they abide.

She looks them over closely,
She checks their rear and teeth.
Then gives them shots quickly,
And feels their underneath.

They pull and twist and turn,
I hold them very tight.
But then they’re free and running,
Off into the night.


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