Friday, December 07, 2007
Oh No, Not The V-E-T
It's the Evil Cat Carrier! Can you see me inside looking despairing? The next thing I knew I was being taken out into the cold, cold evening and put into the car and driven off to the V-E-Ts! When we got there I sat in the waiting room meowing very loudly but we didn't have to wait long because it was nearly closing time and we were the last appointment. The v-e-t's surgery has tinsel and baubles all over it at the moment and looks all sparkly. The v-e-t was the Australian v-e-t with the very loud voice who we saw last time. I refused to get out of the ECC just to be difficult, and he tipped it up and tipped me out! (and complained about how heavy I was). My mum showed him the results from my blood sugar tests from the last couple of months and he said I was doing very well with my diabetes control. Then he weighed me because he thought I had put on weight, but to his surprise I had actually lost a bit more weight since last time! I am 19 lb now.
After that my mum asked the v-e-t to give me my annual vaccinations and she said "If he isn't up to date with his vaccinations we can't send him to the kitty jail next summer" and I said "Don't give me the injection! Then I won't have to go to the kitty jail!" but it was too late, he had already stuck the needle in me and I didn't feel a thing. He filled in my special vaccination book and checked to see if my microchip was still working. Then my mum asked the v-e-t to look at my teeth and I really didn't enjoy that, he forced me to open my mouth and scraped bits off my teeth; that was not fun.
I thought we would be going home after that but then the v-e-t picked me up and carried me away from my humans and into another room. I waved my paws at them over his shoulder going "Where is he taking me?" He put me on a table in this back room and shaved my neck again in the place where the hair had only just grown back from last time, and then he got a big needle and stuck it in my neck and stole some more blood! I sat still and co-operated (trying to get it over quickly) and he said I was a good boy. The v-e-t nurse was holding me and I liked her so I shed some floof on her and licked her hair when she bent over to me. Then I got carried back into the waiting room and there were my humans waiting for me, so I was put back in the Evil Cat Carrier and, after my mum had paid the v-e-t nurse £75 (that's about $150), we went home.
My mum says most of the cost was for the blood test they are doing; it's called a fructosamine test and it checks that my mum's home tests are right about my blood sugar being stable. She is going to phone for the results on Wednesday.
Although I behaved myself at the v-e-t's, I was a bit freaked out by the whole experience and I hissed at my dad when he opened the front door again later, in case he was going to take me back there! (And this is very unusual for me because I never hiss except at d-o-gs.) After I had been plied with treats I started to feel a bit more relaxed. I hope the rest of the weekend is more peaceful!
Updated Christmas card score: Humans 3, Me 3.
Still, though, it's good to know your diabetes is under control and that your Mum and Dad want to make sure you are healthy. Sorry to hear that being up to date on your vaccinations makes it ok for them to throw you in kitty jail. That sucks!
I hope the rest of your weekend is better!
We are so glad to know that you survived.
It was good to see you at the ham party. Hope the ham didn't mess up your blood sugar.
your bud Pepi
And he shaved off some of your beautiful furs?!?!? How could your humans be so mean???? I don't blame you for refusing to get out of the ECC!!!
At least you got treats after!!! We are sending purrs for your recovery from the trauma!
PS. My mommy said to say thank you for her!
P.S. The vet tech steals my blood out of my leg to test for my hyperthyroidism and they have trouble stabbing my little vein.
At least you got the trip to the vet over with. Now you can relax and enjoy the rest of your weekend. And we're glad to know your sugars are under control. Our mom has to stick her finger every morning to check hers and also has to go to the people vet every 3 months and let them steal her bloods! Boy, are we glad we don't have to go with her!!
We're sorry some of your beautiful floof got shaved off. We'll send you some calming purrs to help it grow back quickly!
Ozzy, Alice, Bootsie, Freckles & Lola
Maybe your mom will forget all about kitty jail by the summer.