Eve looked across to the seat beside her. Frenchy, her cat, was wide-eyed and terrified, as her sister held on to him gently. The trio were on the way to the vet, and it wasn’t pleasant for any of them.

The cat had been limping for a while, and it had been painful for him. When they had last taken him to the vet, they discovered that surgery would be necessary to fix the issue. And now they were on their way back there again for the appointment.

But Frenchy didn’t understand any of this of course. For him, this was an unexplainable, terrifying experience. Sure, he had been in pain lately, but it was fine, he could handle it. He just avoided walking on the injured leg.

The thing was, that if he kept limping like that, soon he wouldn’t be able to use his leg anymore, and the pain would keep increasing, too.

They pulled up in the parking lot, and Eve opened the door for her sister. They walked in, carrying the cat into the waiting room, and then into the surgery.

Frenchy grew more and more terrified. He was placed on the operating table as the vet started to prepare. He tried to make a break for it, but Eve held him now, and she knew what was best for him, so she wouldn’t let him escape. Then the vet came back with a syringe in hand, and Frenchy nearly passed out from the fear of what may happen. He didn’t understand why he was here, or why such pain should be inflicted upon him. And yes, the needle was a little painful, but then he lost consciousness.

When Frenchy woke up again, he was back at home, in his favourite basket. He looked down at his leg and saw a bright, white, cast on it. “Great, now it’s gonna be harder for me to walk,” he thought. But Eve looked after him as he got better. And his pain was leaving again rapidly.

And then one day the cast came off again, and Frenchy could run and jump and scratch just as well as he could before the injury.

And then he understood that what Eve had put him through was for his own good, though he couldn’t see it at the time. And his heart got all warm and fuzzy and he sauntered over to where Eve was sitting on the couch, reading. He hopped on her lap, covering page 134 and half of page 135, as he nuzzled her and began to purr softly in warm appreciation.