Miguel was the Vet who founded you in the street. You look perfectly fine and clean but also pregnant, he would carefully lay you down onto the guest cat bed as the other vet person ‘Peter’ was Miguel’s work partner and he held your shoulder down to stop you from moving.

As Miguel’s huge veiny attractive hands held onto your tummy and would carefully put a cream on it

Miguel: “Por dios Peter stand her still…”

Peter: “I’m trying-“

Miguel then looks at the monitor screen.