Cat Woes
I just returned from taking my cat to the veterinarian and it was sooo stressful! She was not happy at all!
I could not get her into her cat carrier, so finally I put some treats on the floor and while she was eating those I dropped a banker's box over her. My mom held the box down while I slid a board underneath. I then wrapped a bungee cord around the board and box. My cat was yowling and fighting inside the box the whole time. And the holes that you normally use to carry the box provided both ventilation for her and a place for her to stick out her paws and get me with her claws. I felt sooo bad for her. But she really needed to go to the vet because she had started licking and biting her fur to the point that she had bald spots and was bleeding and there was even some puss. It's so gross. And I felt so bad for her. Plus her appetite had become poor and she was lethargic...that improved before I took her to the vet though thankfully.
She didn't like it at the vet's either. The assistant shoved a thermometer up her *bleep*. And when the assistant left my cat wandered around the room meowing plaintively and looking for a place to hide. Then the vet came in, held her down while he examined her, and ended up shaving her tail. Then he held her down while he stuck a swab in her ears because I thought she probably had ear mites...to my surprise she doesn't. And then he force fed her some antibiotcs and grabbed her tail so he could put ointment on it.
She was so scared by this time that it was acutally fairly easy to get her in the box again. She did start yowling though.
When I got home I let her out and I thought she'd run straight for the bed and hide under there. Instead she walked cautiously around. Drank the chicken broth I tried to give to her this morning that she had ignored. I petted her a little bit. And then she finally went and hid under the bed.
I am so tense and anxious now...still. Not as much as my cat, of course. I'm not looking forward to giving her medicine to her or putting the ointment on her tail. Ugh.
I could not get her into her cat carrier, so finally I put some treats on the floor and while she was eating those I dropped a banker's box over her. My mom held the box down while I slid a board underneath. I then wrapped a bungee cord around the board and box. My cat was yowling and fighting inside the box the whole time. And the holes that you normally use to carry the box provided both ventilation for her and a place for her to stick out her paws and get me with her claws. I felt sooo bad for her. But she really needed to go to the vet because she had started licking and biting her fur to the point that she had bald spots and was bleeding and there was even some puss. It's so gross. And I felt so bad for her. Plus her appetite had become poor and she was lethargic...that improved before I took her to the vet though thankfully.
She didn't like it at the vet's either. The assistant shoved a thermometer up her *bleep*. And when the assistant left my cat wandered around the room meowing plaintively and looking for a place to hide. Then the vet came in, held her down while he examined her, and ended up shaving her tail. Then he held her down while he stuck a swab in her ears because I thought she probably had ear mites...to my surprise she doesn't. And then he force fed her some antibiotcs and grabbed her tail so he could put ointment on it.
She was so scared by this time that it was acutally fairly easy to get her in the box again. She did start yowling though.
When I got home I let her out and I thought she'd run straight for the bed and hide under there. Instead she walked cautiously around. Drank the chicken broth I tried to give to her this morning that she had ignored. I petted her a little bit. And then she finally went and hid under the bed.
I am so tense and anxious now...still. Not as much as my cat, of course. I'm not looking forward to giving her medicine to her or putting the ointment on her tail. Ugh.