Ninjago stories

Blackie and the vet

This is a very very very long time ago. Before she had her healing powers.

She's five or six.

She got the healing at six and a half.

She stopped being a very six and 3/4

.... that doesn't sound right

But anyway

One day, Blackie found himself waiting in the clinic's waiting room, fidgeting with a magazine. His usual sassy demeanor was on full display as he flipped through the pages, muttering to himself. He couldn't help but complain about the situation.

"This is ridiculous," he grumbled. "I don't see why I need a check-up. I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much."

Just then, a familiar voice called out his name. "Blackie?"

He looked up, rolling his eyes, and saw Mia standing in the doorway of the examination room. She was dressed in her vet attire-white coat, stethoscope, and all. Her appearance was both official and comforting, but Blackie was more focused on his own discomfort.

"Oh great, here we go," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Mia approached him with a warm smile. "Hey, Blackie. Ready for your check-up?"

Blackie raised an eyebrow and gave her a sassy look. "Oh, am I? I was actually thinking of skipping this whole thing."

Mia laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Nice try, but you're already here. Besides, it's just a quick check-up. I promise it won't be too bad."

Blackie sighed dramatically but stood up, resigned to his fate. "Fine. But don't expect me to be thrilled about it."

Mia smiled and picked her cat up and walked to her examination room. The room was equipped with everything she needed, and Blackie couldn't help but appreciate how organized it was.

"All right," Mia said, gesturing to the examination table as she set him down. "Hop up here so we can get started."

Blackie hopped onto the table with a bit of reluctance and immediately began to make himself comfortable, albeit with a hint of sarcasm. "So, doc, what's the verdict? Am I still as dashing as ever?"

Mia giggled as she took the tools out. " You'll always be dashing in my eyes, boy."

She began the check-up by focusing on Blackie's eyes. She gently asked him to sit still as she took out her ophthalmoscope.

"Okay, Blackie, let's start with your eyes," Mia said, trying to keep her voice calm and soothing.

Blackie, however, was in full sassy mode. "Oh, really? Is this necessary? I think my eyes are perfectly fine without all this fuss."

He squirmed and flicked his tail in an exaggerated manner, clearly trying to avoid the examination. "I've got better things to do than sit here while you poke and prod."

Mia smiled despite his antics. "Come on, Blackie, just a quick look. It won't take long."

Blackie continued to evade her, turning his head away and making it clear he was not eager to comply. "I've seen the way you handle these things. I'm not a fan of being the center of attention."

Realizing she needed to take a different approach, Mia carefully reached out and gently held him still. "Alright, Blackie, I need you to stay still for just a moment. It's important."

Blackie let out a dramatic sigh but allowed Mia to position him. As she held him gently but firmly, he relaxed slightly and let her examine his eyes. Mia carefully shone the light into his eyes, checking for any abnormalities.