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 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.
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!
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!