How can two reasonably intelligent and educated people be so wrong!
We spare no expense for our four legged family.
Soap box comments aside,
I strongly believe that if you can't be a responsible, caring, loving pet mom or dad,
you shouldn't have the privilege of being owned by pets.
(please don't comment if you feel other wise)
AND if you mistreat them,
you should have the word "Scum" tattooed to your forehead
so that we can easily identify you!
Slipped briefly onto my soap box.
Stepping down now.
Today was V-Day ... Vet Day! We kept it a secret as long as possible from the participants. But at some point the jig is up - and V-Day becomes common knowledge.
It also allows us to make a snooty entrance into the vet's waiting room - making a positive impression by looking spiffy, calm, cool, collected and blood free. We always get comments on the cases.
Money well spent, I tell you!
But loading our boys into the cases at home can be tricky! We haven't totally mastered that yet.
Now our focus is Max under the bed. We begin with softly worded cajoling (which never works, by the way), and then we move on to the "cookie technique" - cookies placed artfully in a line leading out from under the bed (which worked exactly one time 6 years ago and never since), and then the "catnip offering" which he dearly loves (making him totally manic if he imbibes, but on V-Day - he doesn't.) We are finally reduced to the "broom technique" - sweeping it against his body to push him out where we can grab him (picture two 66-67 year old codgers laying on the floor beside the bed - one codger has markedly reduced vision - an elephant could pass by and he might miss it - the other is swearing mightily - totally annoyed at how dirty it is under our bed.)
Really, it is not one of our finer moments!
At some point, however, we succeed - but not without many swear words and sweat!
The trip by car it uneventful ... if you agree that pitiful cries from the back seat and cat drool (due to motion sickness) are "uneventful."
The vet's exam is also fairly quiet. The cats are docile making us look totally ridiculous as we stand there looking damp, layered with cat hair and carpet fuzz. I guess the vet has seen worse.
It is only once the vet take the cats to the back lab for blood work, urine samples, shots and nail trimming that the true state of affairs become evident.
I mean, after all, imagine just how much fun it must be to take urine from a cat. For example this time we had this scenario: the technician returned with Max after the visit to the lab using one hand to wipe the side of her face. I was immediately worried. There didn't appear to be any scratches or blood. She said things got kind of exciting in the lab. While preparing to retrieve some urine (don't ask how they do that), Max started to pee all over the place. I had visions of a vet tech holding sample cup here and there - moving left and right - trying to catch the urine stream before it hit the ground. What she was wiping off her face was cat urine.
Some people are just not paid enough for what they do!!
The return trip is always quiet. The cats are exhausted and we much poorer!
And every year on the return trip home I have the same nagging thoughts ... will they remember us when we come next year? ... do we need to change our names? ... is there any chance that there will be new staff who don't know us? After all, those fancy travel cases can carry you only so far in the "positive impression" department.
We know things could be worse. Been there - done that! Many years ago we had a cat named Alex whose chart was covered in very big red ink letters with stars and arrows - inside and out - pointing to one over-riding message.
Release cat to owners
totally recovered from anesthesia.
Yes, Alex had issues!
The vet frequently asked how we were able to manage a difficult cat like this at home. He cautioned us that often cats with this kind of extreme behavior are euthanized. I sincerely doubt he believed us when we told him that the cat was a cream puff at home. Oh well. I prefer to think that Alex was just misunderstood.
Rest in peace dear Alex. We miss you.
August 2013 is now under our belts. No worries until August 2014.
And between now and next V-Day I reaaallly need to clean under our bed!!!!