Bad Cat.
Mochi is a mama's boy. We all know this about it. Most of the time he acts as though he is made of mashed potatoes. At home, I can do anything to him. I can flip him upside down, I can give him medicine, I can clean his ears and eyes, I can trim is nails, I can even give him a shower, and he never gets too fussed. Mostly he is a lump. At the vet's all that changes. My lump turns into 12 and 1/2 pounds of lean mean vet eating machine. We went for a check up and shots today. He got the check up, but when the vet went to give him his shots he bit the nurse, swiped the vet, scrabbled up me, massed his face against my neck, and sat there growling and hiding under my chin. Nice. So, no shots for Mochi. He is going back next week to have his ears flushed and his teeth cleaned. He is not going to like it. They'll give him his shots when he is knocked out. Fiona is going in next week too. At least she just purrs and wiggles. Joy.