My crazy little cat sure is lucky I love her.
Today I meant to take Zara to the vets for her booster and annual checkup. I meant to go for open surgery and be there just after 8.30 a.m. I learned four things.
- Zara knows what the carry case is for.
- Zara does not want to go in the carry case.
- When Zara doesn't want to do something, a 7lb cat is more than capable of defeating the combined efforts of two humans. She is shockingly strong, slippery as an eel, and can fit in places we can't, notably inside the couch.
- The slightest hint of a traumatic disruption to Zara's routine causes a temporary reversion to the semi-feral state I brought her home in.
Cue much running around and flinging of cat treats. Meanwhile Sam is hopping in and out of the crate most obligingly, and meowing at us as though to say, 'I'll go! Take me!'.
I had, for some reason, assumed that because Sam pops in the crate with the slightest prompting, so would Zara.
The upshot is that her booster is postponed till next week (I have leeway time since her last vacc. was mid-January last year) and lo and behold, I have gone out and bought a new carrier. A textile one this time, that looks, smells and feels completely different. I'm leaving it open on the floor for her to explore.
I swear, she is lucky I love her wholeheartedly, because whilst a happy Zara is the sweetest, cuddliest little thing imaginable, this cat and her neuroses cost me a fortune.
- Zara knows what the carry case is for.
- Zara does not want to go in the carry case.
- When Zara doesn't want to do something, a 7lb cat is more than capable of defeating the combined efforts of two humans. She is shockingly strong, slippery as an eel, and can fit in places we can't, notably inside the couch.
- The slightest hint of a traumatic disruption to Zara's routine causes a temporary reversion to the semi-feral state I brought her home in.
Cue much running around and flinging of cat treats. Meanwhile Sam is hopping in and out of the crate most obligingly, and meowing at us as though to say, 'I'll go! Take me!'.
I had, for some reason, assumed that because Sam pops in the crate with the slightest prompting, so would Zara.
The upshot is that her booster is postponed till next week (I have leeway time since her last vacc. was mid-January last year) and lo and behold, I have gone out and bought a new carrier. A textile one this time, that looks, smells and feels completely different. I'm leaving it open on the floor for her to explore.
I swear, she is lucky I love her wholeheartedly, because whilst a happy Zara is the sweetest, cuddliest little thing imaginable, this cat and her neuroses cost me a fortune.