Thursday, 4 May 2017

To The Vets

Today I engage in one of my least favourite activities; taking a cat to the vet. Don't get me wrong, my vet is pretty cool, I just disagree with the whole process. First I have to find the cat, then I have to put her in a carrier (which she hates), and then drive her to the vet. Our vet is difficult to get into, and the parking lot is really small. There's space for like ten cars. Normally I have to get out the car and wait for my dad to park. Then, when all is said and done, I have to release her from her bondage at the house and hope that she still loves me.

Who am I kidding? Cats don't love people. They love food. As the supplier of food, she will continue to love me until the food runs out.
This is Kadie; the one going to the vets
Thankfully it's nothing serious. She just needs to get a booster shot of her vaccinations. We got her vaccinated around this time last year because I wanted to put her into a cattery when we went on holiday in August. Unfortunately I left booking the cattery too late so she had to stay with my brother and my niece.

Turns out my niece is allergic to cats and my brother isn't that reliable. We came home to find my other cat - Moo Moo - had a big patch of blood on her fur from a nasty flea infestation. Ultimately she lost all the fur on her leg. It took two rounds of steroids and several months for her to get back to her usual fluffy self.

This is Moo Moo
I left nothing to chance this year. We'll be visiting a cattery next week and - hopefully - booking their stay. This also means we'll have to take Moo Moo to the vet soon. She's even worse than Kadie. Kadie will let you hold her at least. The last time I took Moo Moo to the vet I had to literally drop her into the carrier and shut it before she could jump out.


  1. "cattery" Holy shit, I didn't know that was a word. That's too good.
    I hope the cattery's too good too, give the furballs a vacation of their own.

  2. It was always a struggle for me to get my cat HRH into the carrier. I would have to put it in a separate room, top open and waiting, where she couldn't see it. Then I'd go and scoop her up, run like hell before she could fight her way loose, stick her in the carrier and close it amidst her trying to claw me to death. *sigh* Good memories!

  3. Good luck with this! My kids are allergic to cats unfortunately but not that I would get one.

  4. I've never had a cat, but I lived with someone for many years who did. Getting a cat to the vet is something I would never want any part of.

  5. I stayed at a cattery once. All they served for breakfast was mice and catnip.

  6. That is kind of depressing to consider that cats only love their owners because they provide them with food lol


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