Vet Tales
Yesterday Sandy and Suki had to go to the vets.
It was for nothing major, really; Suki needed to have blood tests to see how well her medication was dealing with her hyperthyroidism so they could decide if she was going to have a second operation or stay on the medication, and Sandy needed to have a dental because he had some bacteria problem in his mouth. And both of them needed to be microchipped.
The Cats Protection people were able to help us again by providing us with a couple of volunteers who were able to take the cats too and from the vets, but I wasn't able to go with them (which made me a little sad for a start). But we still had to put them into the cat boxes ready to be picked up.
Both cats really didn't want to go in the box. Sandy, normally such a placid cat, struggled and squirmed free every time we picked him up and tried to put him in the box, and ended up decorating me with scratches. Once he was in the box, he immediately started trying to fight his way out of it (apparently he also peed in the box at the vets too, which may have been another attempt to get out of it somehow). Suki didn't fight, but instead she just started to cry, loudly and so desperately that she reduced me to tears after seconds of listening to it. I felt like a terrible person.
Suki came back from the vets after an hour or so, sulking over her experience and with a large patch of her fur shaved off where they'd injected the microchip. She came round, however, after we gave her kitty milk and Sheba, and this morning she woke me up to curl up on my bed and go to sleep on me, so I figure we're pretty much forgiven there. Sandy had to stay at the vets overnight, however, as he needs to be put under for his dental and they wanted to make sure that he would be okay given his FIV status and the fact that it would be nearly impossible to keep him from eating the night before. I expect that when he comes back this afternoon he'll head straight for the back of the sofa and refuse to come out for a day or so, poor baby. When Sandy comes back we'll also find out the results of Suki's blood tests, and then see what happens next with her.
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In other news, I have short hair.
It was for nothing major, really; Suki needed to have blood tests to see how well her medication was dealing with her hyperthyroidism so they could decide if she was going to have a second operation or stay on the medication, and Sandy needed to have a dental because he had some bacteria problem in his mouth. And both of them needed to be microchipped.
The Cats Protection people were able to help us again by providing us with a couple of volunteers who were able to take the cats too and from the vets, but I wasn't able to go with them (which made me a little sad for a start). But we still had to put them into the cat boxes ready to be picked up.
Both cats really didn't want to go in the box. Sandy, normally such a placid cat, struggled and squirmed free every time we picked him up and tried to put him in the box, and ended up decorating me with scratches. Once he was in the box, he immediately started trying to fight his way out of it (apparently he also peed in the box at the vets too, which may have been another attempt to get out of it somehow). Suki didn't fight, but instead she just started to cry, loudly and so desperately that she reduced me to tears after seconds of listening to it. I felt like a terrible person.
Suki came back from the vets after an hour or so, sulking over her experience and with a large patch of her fur shaved off where they'd injected the microchip. She came round, however, after we gave her kitty milk and Sheba, and this morning she woke me up to curl up on my bed and go to sleep on me, so I figure we're pretty much forgiven there. Sandy had to stay at the vets overnight, however, as he needs to be put under for his dental and they wanted to make sure that he would be okay given his FIV status and the fact that it would be nearly impossible to keep him from eating the night before. I expect that when he comes back this afternoon he'll head straight for the back of the sofa and refuse to come out for a day or so, poor baby. When Sandy comes back we'll also find out the results of Suki's blood tests, and then see what happens next with her.
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In other news, I have short hair.