Post 313: Dougy was a good boy; Andy, not so much…!

Today was the boys’ annual check up visit at the veterinarian. Or it was supposed to be.

I caught Dougy, no problem, but Andy took off, went into the Witness Protection Program with the alias of “Fluffy Magee”, and disappeared from the face of earth. Or hid somewhere I never located once he realized he was next to go into the carrier.

Dougy's the good boy today, my little best friend.

Dougy’s the good boy today, my little best friend.

Dougy got a shot updated, weighed (11 pounds 11 ounces or 5.3 kilos), and examined for reoccurrence of an eye issue. He did have conjunctivitis, so it’s “eye drops for kitty” time…again! I described how I wrap him in a towel to immobilize him for the eye drops. “We call that a cat burrito”, said his veterinarian. Works for me!

As usual, Dougy whined a lot about being in the carrier, about being out of the carrier at the veterinarian’s, and about the trip home. That’s OK. He behaved well the whole time, so a little whining is tolerable. Poor kitty! He was a little frightened, though he calmed down when the veterinarian’s technician or I pet him and noted what a beautiful kitty he is.

How I look to the cats when I try to catch them.

How I look to the cats when I try to catch them.

And what of Fluffy Magee? What’s in store for that naughty boy? Well, I had to make a second appointment for my bad kitty, and this Wednesday at 1:15 pm (ye gods willing), Fluffy AKA Andrew James Thomas, named after the apostle and patron saint of Scotland, gets stuffed into the carrier for his 1:30 pm rendezvous with his veterinarian, Dr. Dave.

Your time is Wednesday, little cat. Wednesday! Mwuah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

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I think it is notable and to Dougy’s credit that he didn’t hiss or get upset when two people brought in a total of three large dogs while we waited to see the veterinarian. The bulldog was very interested in what was in the carrier (Dougy). Though he barked a couple of times, Dougy didn’t react. He was a champion! Good boy!

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6 thoughts on “Post 313: Dougy was a good boy; Andy, not so much…!

  1. Ha! Andy is a smart boy…heading off into the Witness Protection Program! πŸ˜‰ I wonder if he thinks of it as the Catness Purrtection Program!? πŸ˜‰
    I hope you can outsmart him on Wednesday! πŸ™‚

    Dougy was such a good boy! I hope his eyes are well soon!

    HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

    • I plan on depriving him of Greenies until time to catch him. He tends to eat sensibly, eating only when hungry, not because it’s there. He’s skinnier than Dougy. I’ll find out tomorrow how much less.

      Andy’s an independent little cuss, so I’m sure he gives no credit to the Witness Protection Program or the Catness Purrtection Program! πŸ™‚

  2. Oh boy that Andy and the witness protection program did a good job keeping him hidden. Ali always caves to the word nummy.
    Hope the medication helps with Dougys eyes and I had to chuckle at that photo of you as the kitties see you when you go chase them.

    • Andy usually can be tricked into revealing himself if I shake the Greenies package. Then I toss a few on the floor to distract him while I grab him mother cat style by the nape of his neck. Of course, he digs into the carpet with his nails, but I’ve worked out how to unhook the boys without hurting them.

      Fortunately for Dougy (and me!), he only has to have eye drops in his left eye. It doesn’t seem to cause him any pain, but it is a form of feline herpes – he’ll have it for life, though one can hope not active or too often. At this point, I’m supposed to put one drop in his eye two to three times a day. That’s always fun. I have to catch him that often, which becomes increasingly difficult since he doesn’t like the process. He does seem to realize at some point his eye feels better, though, and ultimately fights the drops a tiny bit less than at first.

      Unfortunately, that’s a good photo of me!

    • Andy wishes he’d been part of the Witness Protection Plan ! Wednesday, he gets personal trip to the veterinarian’s, and he won’t know what happened till he gets there! Dang cat!

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