Post 334: My attention fixed on Mr Vicious.
At any moment blood could leak from either of us.
She, the vet, had read his resume and had brought in the thickest towel I’ve ever seen, so she knew.
We both looked down at the plastic cat carrier and I started undoing it.
“No, no, no,” she whispered loudly as she could, she finally looked up at me.
Ok, I thought… what’s the fuss?
She explained that there would be a review of his lifestyle first and there was no need to cuddle him yet.
She said this will only take a few minutes, and it was just then I realised that the 50-minute delay was not because of some calamity that ate up the time for good reason. No! It was because of an overzealous American lady vet that asked too many darn questions. I’ve her to blame for my backside being murdered on those hard orange waiting room fold up seats. If I knew this we could have stayed at home an extra 3/4 hour, and we really should have.
Darn those chairs.
Darn this new vet.
After she stopped clicking and clacking on the poor worn-out keyboard for and endless time, she said, “Ok then, let’s see lovely Stormy.”
We unclipped the carrier and, to both our surprise, Mr V just stood there — no noise, no body language set to kill in the bottom half of the carrier.
The vet observed him as he stood there, both of us like coiled springs of anticipation.
I started to let my left hand stroke the dangerous end while she took the middle, and by the time the stethoscope touched him he was notched up to “I’m not happy” mode.
So I grabbed a big piece of the scruff of his neck and that was that. One hiss and a slight growl and she gave up with the bodily review — which, apparently, amounted to one heartbeat.
I assured her he normally has lots of heartbeats, which she definitely believed.
The scales were next and, remarkably, he went up on those without a grumble.
His weight was 5.15 kg.
0.15 less than last time.
This led to a long diatribe about watching his weight and videoing him doing everyday things in case he’s not coping with his lifestyle.
While this very meaningful but ultimately a way-over-the-top address, and while she waffled on and on I chose to build up the carrier and, when I was done, Mr V walked straight into it.
I was laughing inside because, like me, I reckon he had had enough of the lovely lady vet and her advice.
And this is where I guessed it might get interesting. We both grabbed the red cell door and tried to push it onto the clips — and there was a horrendous spit and growl, and a feisty little hairy arm kept reaching out until we had all four clips home and secured.
I took that as my moment to get out of there with the cat.
Mr V was as quiet as a mouse after I picked him up in the carrier and set him down in the back seat of Big Bro.
Lovely jubbly. Job done.
My Darling drove us the half mile home, again without a whisper from the back seat. And he was released in the kitchen where the rest of his breakfast was. Probably the missing 0.15kg. Ha ha.
Happy days.
We only do that annually so we can get cheep online drugs for Mr V. And we wish we didn’t have to.
These days it’s more of a sales shop than vets.
I hate it as much as our cat does.
If he was ill it would be different of course. She would come in handy then.
I went to bed and rested a while and nursed my poor aching bum.
This pain in the bum is becoming the worst pain I have. I’ve asked for a hospice call back about it today. They’ve thought about giving me steroids.
When I got the call back, I was told to stay on the same medication and they would ring back on the Monday after the holiday — in just over a week.
All I want is for my Darling to be confident that I’m ok to be going on this holiday.
I know it’s touch and go, but the change of scenery will do me good.
I’m hoping I’ll pass muster tomorrow morning.
It’s a horrible world I’m living in just now, but what can I do but listen to all you folk out there in forum land and do as I’m told.
I do feel the love and support from you all. It touched me to the point I was crying with emotion and happiness after reading all the replies to my post.
Thank you very much 
Good night
