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Taking Your Cat To The Vet — 6 Comments

  1. I love going to the vet because my vet really loves cats and you can see it. His staff is crazy about Sealy, who just lays there and allows the staff to work on him. Furby is also a little angel. He sleeps the whole way there and the whole way home. He didn’t like his last visit for a URI. He was actually shaking while sitting on the table. I felt so bad for him. Sealy, on the other hand, likes to be removed from his carrier and held while waiting his turn. He gets lots of conversation going about the missing ear.

    • I am shaking my head in wonder! That you love going to the vet is great and I envy you. My Charlie shakes like that at the vet. He curls up as if asleep and shakes. It is cute but I don’t like to see it. Sealy will be a ice-breaker. He would get people talking. You should put him on a lead and take him to the supermarket. You’re bound to meet a nice rich man! Just joking.

  2. Oh I dread going to the vets too, what an admission for someone who worked with vets for many years, but it’s different when it’s our own cats as of course, like you Michael, I feel so much for them I imagine I AM them.
    Walter just resigns himself to his fate, never fights us, just sits hopeless in the cat carrier, shaking like a leaf in the waiting room, a limp rag on the examination table. Jo hates being confined more than anything, he protests he wants to be out but when it’s his turn to see the vet he freezes into a solid block and we have to take the basket to bits to get him out.
    Oh the relief when they are allowed back in their basket, we are so happy to be going home we don’t care what it costs.
    I can understand the glass of Chardonnay lol as once safely back home and their freedom and dignity restored it’s definately time to celebrate!

    • LOL. I am pleased that you empathise completely. It is a trial for all people who love their cats. Perhaps it is a kind of test – a way to measure your care. The more anxious you feel when taking your cat to the vet the more connected you are to your cat.

  3. Monty has been to the vet a couple of times lately. I did get him a new carrier that he likes and it is easy to get him in it. It did a good job keeping pee off my car seat, since he did urinate on the first trip to the vet. The good news is that since then he hasn’t had diarrhea at all. We seem to have solved that problem. I tried to not be stressed about the vet visit myself, so as not to stress him. I also gave him hours of outside time before the appointment and inside playtime as well to tire him out. This helped, since he almost fell asleep sitting on the table waiting for the vet. But he still growled at the vet, but he didn’t bite or scratch.

    Monty’s second and more recent vet visit was an emergency, because he had been stung on the tongue by a bumblebee. I should have prevented it. We were outside together and I noticed that he was interested in something, but I thought he had a mouse. Mice usually get away from him, so I didn’t hurry over. Suddenly, he meowed loudly and ran across the yard sticking his tongue out. I called the vet and he said to give a half a Benadryl. I actually cut the pill so he’d get about a third. I put it in a little food. Monty was eating slowly, but I figured his tongue was hurting. Then he was choking. He ran away from me, under the futon. But he came out and I picked him up. His little body was stiff, his tongue hanging out and he was not breathing. There was no hope of getting a pill into him so I threw him in his carrier and called the vet on my way out the door saying that Monty was in anaphylaxis and if they weren’t ready for us he wasn’t going to make it. By this time Monty was breathing, because he meowed once, but only once. Usually I talk to him on the way to the vet, but this was all in silence (other than talking to the vet) from throwing him in the carrier to driving very fast the four blocks to the vet. One more meow from Monty as I ran from the car into the vets and one very miserable meow as I entered the clinic and handed him off to the tech. In back Monty got injectable Benadryl and another shot. He was the most compliant little cat for this– probably because he could barely breathe. They kept him for observation for a few hours. I hated being in my house without him, waiting. When I returned to pick him up, Monty was feeling better. I could hear the snarling from in the lobby. “Do you want me to help get him in his carrier?” But the tech refused. She went back to help. My sister was with me waiting, and we could hear more growling and snarling. The vet and the tech appeared looking pretty freaked out, the vet holding Monty’s carrier, from which was coming a constant deep, ominous, threatening growl. The vet said, “He’s like a different cat!” He cautioned me to be careful at home cleaning him up (Monty defecated on the vet) and the tech handed me some dry shampoo to use. Also, the vet prescribed a steroid to give to Monty for several days at home and he said not to give it until Monty calmed down. But once we got home Monty was calm. He purred like crazy while I cleaned him up and he ate just fine, with no choking this time. I think Monty knew he was in deep trouble, so he was compliant at first. But he didn’t have any gratitude toward the man who saved his life. He’s their vet who specializes in dogs, so Monty hates him with a passion. Saving his life does not give a person a pass for smelling of dog, I guess.

    • This is a compelling story. I didn’t realise that Monty had been so seriously ill. Fantastic job getting him to the vet that fast. I like the idea of tiring out a cat first before putting him in the carrier. I guess you couldn’t have been happier hearing Monty growl. The sign that he was a true cat again.

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