January 30th 2012 9:56 am
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My diary entries from the past few years have told you of my cunning and avoidance of not going to the vets.
Mom became very upset with Dad that he let my sweet face and big scared eyes make him think that I should not be put through the torture of going like everyone else. The last time he tried, there was blood shed..and it wasn't mine.
Friday night Mom got me to follow her into Dad's room that they have turned into a big closet. There is no where for me to hide and she could get to me easily. She tricked me with toy mice to get me to go in there and closed the door and left me there all night. The nerve of her...hmmmph...
I went to sleep in the warm kitty bed and when she came into see me, I purred and purred. Being alone in the room actually calmed me down. Not much calms me down.
In the morning she came back and scooped me up and told me that I was such a good girl. She hugged me and the next thing I knew, I was getting a blanket thrown over my head... I got a little squirmy. But then she had me in the carrier already and they locked the door.. I was tricked..totally fooled.
I let out a huge cry. But that was it. I only said a few things at the vets when talking to the other little black kitty that apparently was tricked, just like me.
Xena was a good girl. She cried a bit when I closed her in the room. But she really calmed down fast. It is funny how when she is alone, her anxiety and nevousness is lessened considerably. The other cats bring out the crazies.
She was calm...although nervous at the vet. She may have a little heart murmur. But it diminished when the vet pushed on her eyes. She made a note.
I really thought they would need the hawk gloves to restrain her. But she just sat there on the table and when they were done, she walked right back into the carrier on her own.
The vet said that we certainly have the difficult part.
Isn't that the truth !
goodness Xena, I am sending a carrier pigeon; albeit a stupid burd, none the less... but necessary at this point; post haste with legal papers for you to sign and document as both your mom and dad have broken cat ethics code:
by signing said documents you ARE entitled to an undisclosed amount of cash, per year, for the next 75 years or until the undisclosed sum runs out, which ever occurs first
with this cash you may purrchase anything you, Xena, wishes and your parents have no legal claim ta said funds
while I will say I'm sorry you were subjected to such treatment, I do hope that your appointment results are great and there will be no further....hint hint....need to have you suffer such indignities again...
hugs girl from dai$y; legal council for trout towne
Xena, glad your mom thought of an excellent way to calm you down and get you to the vet. Sorry you were nervous at the vets, but those are stinky vile places that make all of us nervous (and behave badly - MOL!) and you handled yourself like a trooper. Hope your mommy gave you lots of treats for being such a good girl! Purring that the heart murmur isn't serious!
Thank you so much for the well wishes and support for my ordeal. It was quite horrible
I hope that I do not need to go there again anytime in the
I was given lots and lots of treats (which I love).
I crinkle my nose when I eat them.
I legal binding document is just what I need dai$y. That will surely do the trick so that they can never do this to me again. Don't worry about that burd. He went away on a permanent vacation..MOL
Kaci, you are so brave. Do you get use to it, the more you have to go? I hope so.
Sometimes you gotta go when you gotta go. I had a joint appt. with Mercy once but I couldn't be caught and because I am a shy kitty they really didn't like having to trap me, so Pebbles went in my place. MOL!
So, next time I was sleeping in our fish cave bed and mom closed the fish lips and got me that way. Needless to say, I never went in that bed again!