something is going on

Robbie and Bill brought home a cat carrier. I didn't know what it was for but they put my favorite blanket in it and it looked cozy inside. I was very reluctant to get in it and would circle around it, sniffed it and then walked away. After a few days I couldn't stand it any more and had to climb in. I always liked small spaces and this was no exception. As soon as I got the courage to walk in I loved it! The carrier was indeed cozy...with the door open....
A few days later Robbie put me in it and closed the door. I panicked and cried out! Bill picked up the carrier and put it in the car. The only time I ever got in the car was to go to the vet. I cried and cried. Robbie tried to talk to me to calm me down but I was not a happy camper.
Sure enough, we ended up at the veterinarians office. I was taken out of the carrier and given a rabies shot. Then a micro chip was inserted between my shoulder blades. Neither one of the procedures really hurt but I was not about to let anyone know it. I screamed at the top of my lungs.The vet explained it was for my own good but I didn't believe her. She said that if I got lost the micro chip would help Robbie and Bill find me.
I faked being hurt and limped back into my carrier. Robbie and Bill took me home and I slept for the rest of the day. I had worn myself out.
Why did my parents put me through all of this? They are always nice to me even when I act up. They must have had a reason...