Today's exciting outing
Back from Linni's first visit to the vet since she came into my care - Linni's second ever, actually.
"Is this someone I know?" the vet asked, peering into the carrier.
"Yes, from way back," my boss explained. She'd kindly driven us. "She was one of our... special cats."
"Ah," the vet said. "Behaviour issues."
"Just very shy and skittish," I said. "She's not aggressive or -" and then I was cut short by the flurry of claws that sliced through the skin on my hand. Linni promptly jumped down from the examination table and under a chair, hissing and spitting at anybody that came near.
"Just pick her up and hold her," the vet told me as he prepared the syringe.
"Uh... I've sort of never attempted hold or carry her*."
"What, really?"
I could feel myself blushing, feeling like an embarrassed mother trying to excuse her bratty kid's behaviour in the store. "I've just sort of let her do her own thing!"
Eventually the vet had to get down on his knees to administer the vaccine while I scruffed her on the floor. Then my boss (who's got a lot of experience with aggressive cats) immediately shoved her back into the cage and that was that. He'd originally planned to do a quick examination but decided against it when he saw her behaviour.
She's currently back in her safe hiding place under my bureau, cleaning herself. Revaccination is in three weeks. This is going to be interesting.
*That is, I know she panics the moment she feels something obstructing her and I haven't been forced to pursue the matter any further until now. I've been trying for weeks to just get her collar back on, for goodness sake.
"Is this someone I know?" the vet asked, peering into the carrier.
"Yes, from way back," my boss explained. She'd kindly driven us. "She was one of our... special cats."
"Ah," the vet said. "Behaviour issues."
"Just very shy and skittish," I said. "She's not aggressive or -" and then I was cut short by the flurry of claws that sliced through the skin on my hand. Linni promptly jumped down from the examination table and under a chair, hissing and spitting at anybody that came near.
"Just pick her up and hold her," the vet told me as he prepared the syringe.
"Uh... I've sort of never attempted hold or carry her*."
"What, really?"
I could feel myself blushing, feeling like an embarrassed mother trying to excuse her bratty kid's behaviour in the store. "I've just sort of let her do her own thing!"
Eventually the vet had to get down on his knees to administer the vaccine while I scruffed her on the floor. Then my boss (who's got a lot of experience with aggressive cats) immediately shoved her back into the cage and that was that. He'd originally planned to do a quick examination but decided against it when he saw her behaviour.
She's currently back in her safe hiding place under my bureau, cleaning herself. Revaccination is in three weeks. This is going to be interesting.
*That is, I know she panics the moment she feels something obstructing her and I haven't been forced to pursue the matter any further until now. I've been trying for weeks to just get her collar back on, for goodness sake.