Well, that's what the three felines of Chateau Unfit Family think they are.
This morning was the annual trip to TED for booster vaccinations and general
check-up time.

All three went into the cat carriers, two were well-behaved (Waffles &
Francis) whereas Marble howled pitifully the entire journey there and back
plus in the waiting room. He told anyone who would listen and plenty more
who really didn't want to listen about how is abused, tortured and starved.
He lies, as he is distinctly not slim. TED said he is not overweight though.

Waffles was her usual dignified, regal self, as one expects from Queen Of
All She Surveys.

Francis...

On the plus side, Francis is in rude health. TED is exceptionally pleased
with him. Glossy coat, bright eyes, good weight (Francis, not TED). On the
downside, that d*mned fool vet that wanted to euthanise Francis has left his
psychological stamp in Francis's memory. As soon as today's vet tried to
examine Francis, poor Francis turned into a hissing, spitting and biting
demon. Francis was *never* like that until that previous d*mn fool was rough
with him and wanted to euthanise him. As a result, I now know that Francis
will be aggressive with vets (and who can blame him), is terrified of them
and is scarred by the experience. So today I ended up being the one holding
Francis whilst the vet examined him and gave him the necessary inoculation.
I don't mind holding Francis and he was fine with me doing so. So it's clear
it's the previous vet who did the damage IMO. The vet today was a nice lad -
and gentle with all three of the felines, whilst giving them a thorough
examination.

Now... where's the generic wax effigy that I can stick pins into whilst
chanting strange chants and cursing the other vet who has so traumatised
Francis in the past. Wherever he is in the world, I do not wish him well :-(

Cheers, helen s