Urban Aventure.
So today was an exciting day. I took my little girlfriend to the vet for the first time.
(Nothing wrong, but she's been a little wheezy so I thought a kitty-cold was a possibility, plus it's been a year so I figured OK, have her looked at and tuned up and get her shots updated--and besides, the vet throws in claw-trimming, which...yay!)
Madimi is a pretty quiet cat. She chirps and trills and purrs and snores and squeaks, but she very rarely meows. Until you get her outside in a carrier, and then it's pretty non-stop. Three blocks walk to the bus stop - yowl!yowl!yowl!yowl!. On the bus - yowl!yowl!yowl!yowl!. Everyone on the bus could at least see that I'm not abusing her whiny ass. Once we get to the vet, though, all is peace. She purrs and tries to fall asleep on the scale (12 lbs). She endures the rectal thermometer like the most stoic of ukes. She roams around the little room, noses open the cabinets, curls up in the sink, and licks the vet's hand. Vet says that if all her patients were this mellow, her days would be a lot easier. (!!!!!!)
On the way back, since she still hates being outside, very vocally, I hailed a cab to make it easier on both of us. Cab wound up being a minivan -- which I hate, because I always struggle in a very undignified way with the side door, but OK. Now, there's a speed bump on Erie St near my place, which is normally a good thing - but it's not a good thing when the cab driver is searching for street numbers and distracted by yowling cat, and doesn't see the damn thing until it's too late with a BANG and both human passenger (blaspheming loudly) and feline passenger in carrier (also presumably blaspheming, but I'm sure Bast can take it) go airborne and land sort of upside down on the floor. After ascertaining everyone was fine, the cab driver just sits there, apologizing abjectly, and I'm just too startled to be upset at all. If I were the kind of person who throws tantrums over stuff like this, it would have been a prime opportunity, but I'm just not. (I only regret that we were coming back from the vet and so I had already dropped off the stool sample. That would be something amusing to "forget" among all the contents of my purse I was fishing out from under the front seat.)
Madimi's already forgotten all about it, bless her evil little tiny cat brain.
(Nothing wrong, but she's been a little wheezy so I thought a kitty-cold was a possibility, plus it's been a year so I figured OK, have her looked at and tuned up and get her shots updated--and besides, the vet throws in claw-trimming, which...yay!)
Madimi is a pretty quiet cat. She chirps and trills and purrs and snores and squeaks, but she very rarely meows. Until you get her outside in a carrier, and then it's pretty non-stop. Three blocks walk to the bus stop - yowl!yowl!yowl!yowl!. On the bus - yowl!yowl!yowl!yowl!. Everyone on the bus could at least see that I'm not abusing her whiny ass. Once we get to the vet, though, all is peace. She purrs and tries to fall asleep on the scale (12 lbs). She endures the rectal thermometer like the most stoic of ukes. She roams around the little room, noses open the cabinets, curls up in the sink, and licks the vet's hand. Vet says that if all her patients were this mellow, her days would be a lot easier. (!!!!!!)
On the way back, since she still hates being outside, very vocally, I hailed a cab to make it easier on both of us. Cab wound up being a minivan -- which I hate, because I always struggle in a very undignified way with the side door, but OK. Now, there's a speed bump on Erie St near my place, which is normally a good thing - but it's not a good thing when the cab driver is searching for street numbers and distracted by yowling cat, and doesn't see the damn thing until it's too late with a BANG and both human passenger (blaspheming loudly) and feline passenger in carrier (also presumably blaspheming, but I'm sure Bast can take it) go airborne and land sort of upside down on the floor. After ascertaining everyone was fine, the cab driver just sits there, apologizing abjectly, and I'm just too startled to be upset at all. If I were the kind of person who throws tantrums over stuff like this, it would have been a prime opportunity, but I'm just not. (I only regret that we were coming back from the vet and so I had already dropped off the stool sample. That would be something amusing to "forget" among all the contents of my purse I was fishing out from under the front seat.)
Madimi's already forgotten all about it, bless her evil little tiny cat brain.