4 November 2011
The highlight of my Friday was wearing my brand new hot pink
sequined converse tennis shoes. I bought them yesterday because I knew I’d need
something morale boosting to get me through my Friday. Because today, I had to
take two of my cats to the vet.
As any cat owner knows, taking a cat to the vet is never
fun. We all seriously deserve medals for getting our cats proper veterinary
care. Because it is not easy. They hate going with a passion they reserve for
only a few things, and they make you hate taking them even more. I speak from
extensive personal experience.
I am the former owner of a “caution kitty.” Caution kitties
REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE the vet. More than other cats. Caution kitties
sometimes have to be muzzled or sedated just to get exams. Caution kitties, who
are otherwise nice well-behaved cats, will rip you, your clothes, the vet, and
the vet techs to ribbons. The owners of caution kitties get phone calls from
their vets when they board them, begging you to come pick your caution kitty
early. It gets even more fun when your
caution kitty goes into renal failure and has to go to the vet every two weeks
for bloodwork. And I now know, that caution kitties don’t mellow with age.
Rocky is in kitty heaven now, and, because I’m insane, I now
have three cats, none of whom (thank God) are caution kitties. But they still
don’t make it easy. This morning I had Molly Bloom all ready to go in her
harness and leash. About 2 minutes after I got her in the leash and harness,
she had managed to pull herself out of the harness. I saw her running around
with her collar around her head. As soon as I had caught her, Zoozey, the other
cat I was taking to the vet, escaped from his cage. Clearly, they did not want
to go to the vet. And Zoozey is really really hard to catch. Running away from
stuff is his very favorite thing to do, so he’s gotten pretty fast. My third
cat, who was not going to the vet today, wisely decided to hide under a desk. I
could swear he was smirking at me as I was running around and chasing Molly
Bloom and Zoozey.
Fortunately, that was the worst part of today’s veterinary
experience. Zoozey glared at me from the back corner of his cage and meowed
like he was being tortured. And Molly
Bloom, who is ever the energetic cat, tried to get into everything she possibly
could within seconds of being released from her cat carrier. But Zoozey is all
show and he was semi-cooperative with his exam and vaccinations. Molly Bloom,
who had to spend the day at the vet for a test, won herself a legion of fans
with her enthusiasm for absolutely everything—apparently, for Molly, even the
cage at the vet is a toy for her to play with.
Molly and Zoozey are home now, worn out from their day. I’m
worn out too.
