Spain the Cat Goes to the Vet

Posted on | 3 years, 7 months ago, mid-afternoon | 5 Comments

Because all cats are a little bit psychic, when the appointed hour rolled around Spainy was nowhere to be seen. Eventually I located her under the couch, extracted her accordingly, and stuffed her into the Pet Tote. Yes yes. Lots of fun.

Just imagine cramming an octopus into a sock, on a deadline.
That’ll give you the general idea.

Spain the Cat senses treachery

Considering that her last trip to this very same vet* resulted in her being sliced open, robbed of a half-digested hair twistie, and kept overnight … it’s no great surprise she wasn’t feeling a wild thrill of joy about the whole experience. Even so, she actually behaved quite well.

She talked quite a lot, but she didn’t try to bite or scratch anybody, even when the needles came out and the booster shots were administered. Atop the examination table she held still and meowed pitiably, eliciting ear scratches, cooing, and general admiration from the doc and the assistant.

vet visit 003

When the assistant left to go process paperwork and prepare the microchip, Spainy was allowed to roam the room at her discretion. By “roam the room” I mean “immediately hide under the farthest corner, behind a rolly stool.”

vet visit 004

This last-ditch evasive action did not prevent her from being chipped.

So now we’re back home, and she’s sitting in the bedroom window like everything is fine and dandy … because, well, it is.

The verdict:

She’s a smidge fat at 11.3 pounds, and the doc would like to see her come down another half a pound or so. We’ll do our best; but in our defense, she weighed nearly 14 pounds when we adopted her from the shelter back in 2002. The poor beastie also needs a good tooth-cleaning, but I’m told that it can wait until later on this year.

She returns to her favorite window seat wearing exciting new bling in the form of two tags — one with her chip number and one with her registration/rabies confirmation — and she’s been given a couple of bonus bags of tartar-cleaning treat samples.

And oh yes. One more thing.
(Click the link below.)

The verdict

I couldn’t agree with her more :)


* Elliot Bay Animal Hospital — a place I most highly recommend. Everyone there has been exceedingly kind, helpful, prompt, and reasonable. I can’t say enough nice things about them.

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5 Responses to “Spain the Cat Goes to the Vet”

  1. sajego
    June 19th, 2008 @ 4:18 pm

    Aweee! So sweet :) My great cat went out the morning of our last vet appointment and it took a can of gushy food 10 minute to lure him back in. I was about to give up! Thank goodness the vet is only 3/4 of a mile away. (Especially because I had to drive back home to get the forgotten history paperwork in my happiness that Baxter had come back in the nick of time)

  2. Cyndy
    June 19th, 2008 @ 4:44 pm

    I still need to get Yara chipped, but I might save that trip for when we get our new kitty near the end of August. (I’m very excited, she was just born Monday!)

    Also, I think the vet has Spain pegged to a “T!”

  3. synde
    June 19th, 2008 @ 6:44 pm

    that is the sweetest note evah!
    Yama pee’s on himself when i’s vet time and still they treat him like a king..he’s a lucky fellah…
    hugs to Spainy

  4. Cherie
    June 19th, 2008 @ 6:45 pm

    Thanks, guys. She was a little angel the whole time; I have to give her credit :)

  5. Blake
    June 20th, 2008 @ 2:29 pm

    If you end up doing the teeth cleaning yourself I recommend using a damp towel. Wrap the kittie up tightly and hold on for your life because boy you’ll think that they have no bones based on the way that they contort to get free.

    It’s quite doable and saves a good amount of money doing it yourself.

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