Smokey: I'm waiting for Wednesday. Foster Mommy says it's going to be a very busy day. Starla and I are going somewhere together in the stroller.
Rori: It's exciting, but not in a good way.
Smokey: Why not? Going to class was fun.
Rori: You're going to the vet to get spayed, like I was.
Smokey: But you've been getting tummy rubs all the time since your spay, so why is that a bad thing?
Rori: You get locked in a cage with no food or water, then you wait. You're lonely and bored, and there's no one to play with. There's sounds of other animals, but you can't see them, so it's scary. Then they take you out and poke you, making you fall asleep, then steal your fur and cut you. When you wake up, you feel all funny and can't walk right. You hurt a lot.
Smokey: You're right; that doesn't sound like fun at all. But then I get to come back here, right? And eat and drink?
Smokey: And play again?
Rori: They won't let you roughhouse for a bit. They might even lock you in the bedroom and put a cone on your head, like they did with me.
Smokey: But I'll be in there with Starla, so I can play with her.
Rori: Yeah, so that will be better than with me. I didn't have anyone in there with me to play.
Smokey: I hope Starla will want to play with me. She did all the time when I was outside.