Today I took three of the outdoor farmcats to the vet, to get checked for feline leukemia and vaccinations and such. Not a one of them thought it was an exciting fun-filled adventure. On the contrary, one of them (Spot) has clearly been feeling unwell and was the first of the three removed from the travel-crate, and put up one *hell* of a screaming fight when it came time to draw blood. As you can see, the remaining two (Stinky and Fingers… in retrospect, that sounds a little creepier than might have been hoped) were a little rattled by the racket, and tried their damndest to get as far away from the vets as possible.
The vets think that Spot probably has worms. Of all the things that could be wrong, I guess that’s on the better end of the scale. A bit of banana-flavored dewormer meds, and hopefully Spot will soon take one hell of a wormy powerdump, and he’ll be all better.
And on the way home…
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Here’s hoping it’s only worms :o)
Must say I just “love” taking the kitties to the vet… (Feel free to wipe the dripping sarcasm off the monitor :o)
We have an older cat named “Banshee” (it’s actually spelled correctlly on his collar tag which we can never get him to wear for more than five minutes :o) who is named for the very reason you might think. He WAILS all the way to the vet and wants OUT of the cage, but the SECOND we get in the office he expands to 15 times his normal size, (I don’t care WHAT size cage we use) and it usually takes the Vet, the Nurse AND me to extract him. I’d swear at times he grows additional limbs to cling on with!
When stationed to Germany my wife and I had to travel seperatly, (I had to go three months ahead to put myself on the quarters list and get quarters before they would let her come over) and when my wife went through the checkpoint in Frankfurt she got stopped because the agents could only find two cats one in each cat carrier. My wife had placed towels in the carriers for the cats to sleep and relax on and she just bent down and gently called one our shyer ones names until this little gray furred head poked out from between the towels, (and directly underneath our Alpha female cat :o) bleeked at the agents and then disappeared again.
Randy
Cats are funny creatures.
BTW you live in a beautiful local.
> Cats are funny creatures.
Often, yes. Not so much when tattered shreds of your flesh are hanging off your bones…
> BTW you live in a beautiful local.
Again: often, yes. Every place has it’s beauties, but some places have more ugly than others. Where I lived in California had definite beauties, but also urban squallor and gangbangers. On the whole, not recommended.
Too funny…share more please ^_^