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Cats are back from the vet. Jesus H.Christ. It was easier getting them into the carriers that I'd expected; Bolt went first since he's the worst fighter. Bowie wandered in of his own accord, and though Maya was terrified she didn't fight. She also yowled the whole way down, she who never makes a sound.
Bolt had a nastygram in his chart from his last visit; they didn't want to shave him without gassing him unconscious. I okayed this, and they ferried him off. I accompanied Bowie and Maya into the exam room; both of them checked out fine and got their shots. There was what looked like flea dirt on Bowie, but I was skeptical since I'm very sensitive to flea bites and haven't noticed any. So I followed the tech into the OR where Bolt was being shorn.
He had his head in a little bell-jar looking thing and was limp as a rag doll. They were finishing up his 'do and were able to do a nice even job of it this year since he wasn't fighting them. It still sucked to see him like that though. But they flopped him over on the exam table and shot him up, checked his teeth and everything else, and weighed him. He's gained weight, huzzah! With his bum kidneys that's a really good sign, and I'm happy they're not making me step up the sub-q fluids. He was already starting to shake off the gas so I made cooing noises and shoved him back into his carrier, and overall I think this ended up being a lot less traumatic. They did see fleas on him, and so I ended up getting some Frontline, which they say should take care of the problem (both on the cats and even in the house) since it's obviously not that bad.
That's your farm report for today.
Hey, wanna see pictures of my shaved pussy? I'll go take some now!
No, that joke never gets old.
Bolt had a nastygram in his chart from his last visit; they didn't want to shave him without gassing him unconscious. I okayed this, and they ferried him off. I accompanied Bowie and Maya into the exam room; both of them checked out fine and got their shots. There was what looked like flea dirt on Bowie, but I was skeptical since I'm very sensitive to flea bites and haven't noticed any. So I followed the tech into the OR where Bolt was being shorn.
He had his head in a little bell-jar looking thing and was limp as a rag doll. They were finishing up his 'do and were able to do a nice even job of it this year since he wasn't fighting them. It still sucked to see him like that though. But they flopped him over on the exam table and shot him up, checked his teeth and everything else, and weighed him. He's gained weight, huzzah! With his bum kidneys that's a really good sign, and I'm happy they're not making me step up the sub-q fluids. He was already starting to shake off the gas so I made cooing noises and shoved him back into his carrier, and overall I think this ended up being a lot less traumatic. They did see fleas on him, and so I ended up getting some Frontline, which they say should take care of the problem (both on the cats and even in the house) since it's obviously not that bad.
That's your farm report for today.
Hey, wanna see pictures of my shaved pussy? I'll go take some now!
No, that joke never gets old.
