Tessy went to the vet today.
Today was a rather adventurous day for Tess. First of all, Tessy is an inside kitty. A very spoiled inside kitty who thinks she's hot shit...until she ends up outside. Which she did last night. Daddy and I finished closing in the back porch this weekend, which meant he was in and out last night, sitting in front of the heater he'd put out there. And, because he had the lights off, and Tess is black, she somehow slithered past at some point and as a result, was howling frantically at the door this morning when my mom woke up.
So, my mom came in to tell me about Tessy's mini-adventure this morning, and of course, my response was, "Awww, what an idiot. Where is she?" and right as I said that, FWUMP. 11 pounds of omg-hello-happy-to-see-you black panther landed on my stomach and started nuzzling me in her adorably aggressive fashion.
So, I got dressed, had breakfast, and we loaded Tess into her carrier. She was not at all impressed with this. She started protesting before we were even out the door, and when she was actually in the car, oh man. Every other word of our conversation was punctuated by first indignant and then piteous howls from the back seat. Mom had to go to the chiropractor before we went to the vet, so while she was in there, I let Tess out of the carrier. She was much happier then. She romped all over the car, snuggled in my lap, purred at me rather happily. Amusingly, when she saw Mom emerge from the chiropractor's office, she growled.
So, we left her out of the carrier when we drove to the vet proper--she really, really hates the carrier, and my parents used to take her on road trips with them till she got too round and plump to sit on their shoulders. She was okay at first, then she started freaking out. She was doing this weird thing where she was breathing with her mouth open and showing her teeth...not normal Tessy behavior. So, I picked her up, and once I was holding her, she calmed down.
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Only to show her ass--literally--at the vet's office. She didn't try to shred anyone or anything, but she made her displeasure known. So, $60 later, she's got some antihistamines and antibiotics to take. The vet thinks she's basically got a kitty cold. She was exhausted by the end of the visit, and rode on the back of the seat with as much dignity as she could summon on the way home, periodically punctuating the conversation with quiet, sullen commentary. I carried her inside, where she comforted herself with food and water, and then took up residence on my our bed.
All in all, she doesn't seem to be holding a grudge, surprisingly. Of all our cats, Tessy is the most, well, catlike. She's got the strongest sense of dignity, and has a temper--if you tease or rumple her in some way, she's likely to cut a bitch. She likes affection and attention, but on HER terms only. I figured she'd be mad for at least a couple hours when we brought her home, but if she IS mad, she's not mad at me. Typically, when she sleeps with me, she sleeps at the foot of the bed, close enough to be near her human but certainly not so close it implies that she really wants attention. But when I took a nap this afternoon, I woke up with her curled right up against my ribs, purring loudly. And now she is asleep at the foot of the bed, with Roo (who hates me, WTF) asleep against my legs.
Cats are weird.
So, my mom came in to tell me about Tessy's mini-adventure this morning, and of course, my response was, "Awww, what an idiot. Where is she?" and right as I said that, FWUMP. 11 pounds of omg-hello-happy-to-see-you black panther landed on my stomach and started nuzzling me in her adorably aggressive fashion.
So, I got dressed, had breakfast, and we loaded Tess into her carrier. She was not at all impressed with this. She started protesting before we were even out the door, and when she was actually in the car, oh man. Every other word of our conversation was punctuated by first indignant and then piteous howls from the back seat. Mom had to go to the chiropractor before we went to the vet, so while she was in there, I let Tess out of the carrier. She was much happier then. She romped all over the car, snuggled in my lap, purred at me rather happily. Amusingly, when she saw Mom emerge from the chiropractor's office, she growled.
So, we left her out of the carrier when we drove to the vet proper--she really, really hates the carrier, and my parents used to take her on road trips with them till she got too round and plump to sit on their shoulders. She was okay at first, then she started freaking out. She was doing this weird thing where she was breathing with her mouth open and showing her teeth...not normal Tessy behavior. So, I picked her up, and once I was holding her, she calmed down.
...
Only to show her ass--literally--at the vet's office. She didn't try to shred anyone or anything, but she made her displeasure known. So, $60 later, she's got some antihistamines and antibiotics to take. The vet thinks she's basically got a kitty cold. She was exhausted by the end of the visit, and rode on the back of the seat with as much dignity as she could summon on the way home, periodically punctuating the conversation with quiet, sullen commentary. I carried her inside, where she comforted herself with food and water, and then took up residence on my our bed.
All in all, she doesn't seem to be holding a grudge, surprisingly. Of all our cats, Tessy is the most, well, catlike. She's got the strongest sense of dignity, and has a temper--if you tease or rumple her in some way, she's likely to cut a bitch. She likes affection and attention, but on HER terms only. I figured she'd be mad for at least a couple hours when we brought her home, but if she IS mad, she's not mad at me. Typically, when she sleeps with me, she sleeps at the foot of the bed, close enough to be near her human but certainly not so close it implies that she really wants attention. But when I took a nap this afternoon, I woke up with her curled right up against my ribs, purring loudly. And now she is asleep at the foot of the bed, with Roo (who hates me, WTF) asleep against my legs.
Cats are weird.