A Purr-Fect Day At The Pet Spa

O hai, hoomans! Have you ever taken your feline masters to the pet spa? My Meowmy took me to one for a day of pampering, and it was a day I will never forget.

- Stef Dela Cruz

We went to Petropolitan Manila, a haven for spoiled animals like me! I was surprised to find out that it was located in one of the small, inconspicuous streets of Mandaluyong—who would have known there would be yummy cat food and pet spa services waiting for me there?

Pampered like a beauty queen

I was really scared when we arrived. I could smell cats and dogs everywhere! But when I smelled the cat food—and believe you me, there was plenty—I immediately ventured out of my carrier, hihi!

I noticed Meowmy talking to three other hoomans; they owned the place, from the looks of it. One of them, Leslie Chan, bore the suspicious smell of another cat!

That was because they just adopted a cat, explained her hubby, Ryan Chan. He, on the other hand, had the scent of dogs—they had eight all in all and it was their first time to be enslaved by a cat! They rescued Pedrow, a three-week-old black cat, after they found him motionless at their doorstep.

Dan Angeles, the other hooman, pointed to a room at the back of the store. That was where the hooman attendants put me on a grooming table. They held my paw in their hands as if I was a Miss Meowniverse candidate being ushered to the stage.

I then felt something cold touch my paw—it looked like Meow my’s scissors, but smaller—and they started trimming the sharp ends of my razor-sharp claws! Don’t worry; it didn’t hurt at all. I loved how they were so careful with how they handled me.

Then, they cleaned my ears. I didn’t particularly like anyone poking in my ears—who does?—but because they were so gentle, I didn’t mind it at all.

However, the day was long from over.