Poor old Tiki Baby had to go to the vet this evening. One of her paws had been swollen and a claw was looking really funky, so I thought it would be best to have it checked.
Going to the vet for any animal is traumatic. Dogs seem to handle it better somehow. Tiki is not too bad, once you get her into the carrier. She runs and hides at first site of the carrier. She has even learned the sounds the carrier makes and now runs at that. Tonight I was very stealthy. She was sound to sleep and I kind of just woke her up and gently pushed her in before she knew what was happening. She probably thought she was dreaming.
On the car ride she is usually very quiet. Unless I have another cat with me that is howling. They feed off of each other's energy, howling louder and louder. Oh, my god, what's happening! we're going to be killed for sure! is what they must be saying to each other.
Tonight it was just her so she didn't make a peep, until ... she had an accident. Poor girl gets so nervous, every time we go to the vet she poos in the carrier with just under 5 minutes to go. Then she starts crying. And why shouldn't she. It is the ulitmate humiliation.
Anyway, she checks out ok, nothing major wrong with the paw. Coming home was much less traumatic and once we were home she got lots of pets and treats. Now Lucy, who wasn't even involved is traumatized, cowering somewhere, because she saw the carrier and smelled "the vet." Jees ...
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same thing in this household. when the cat carrier comes down, the cats run, and poor sammy gets more upset than oscar does. and then once in the carrier, it's just as much trouble getting them out of the carrier as in. glad your kitty's paw is okay.
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