Not Again!

Callie

I was enjoying my nap after breakfast.

Wait! What's that noise? Food? My Guy is going to feed me again?

No sooner had I walked up to the bowl that I felt his two large hands pick me up. Why? It wasn't time for my heart medicine.

Oh, no. Not that!

Unceremoniously I was stuffed into the carrier. Oh, sure, they apologized, but I was not happy. As gentle as Dr. Amy is, it is still uncomfortable when she starts feeling my insides. And there is always the possibility that I will have to stay overnight.

Whoa! The Obnoxious One is going also. Besides his personality and having only one tooth, he seems in perfect health. Well, there is the matter of that scratch across his nose and down his chin. Beware of the big girl with the vicious right jab.

Oops. I really wish they would keep the carrier level. It is feels as if we are having an earthquake.

Hey, it is cold out here. Just because I have a fur coat doesn't mean I can handle this. After all, the temperature in the house never gets below 65. At least I do have some extra padding. Not like the Obnoxious One who has a lean and hungry look.

Safety first. I am securely buckled in the back seat. So is the Obnoxious One. He is complaining as usual. In fact, he does it so often that he has earned the name, Mister Cranky Pants.

And we're off. I hate going in reverse so I am so happy that My Guy has turned the car around already. Ah, the turn onto Mayfield wasn't too bad. He really is careful when we are in the car.

Hey, I thought they just repaved this street. They should demand their money back. Ouch.

Brrr. Back out into the cold again.

Check out all these cats who are checking us out. Wonder what they did that they never get to leave the vet.

Which is better? Going first or not? The Obnoxious One is dragged out of his carrier. He half-heartedly complains.

His weight is good. So I guess his lean and hungry look is what he is supposed to look like. I prefer my cats full-bodied.

He passes the exam with flying colors. How is that fair? Sure, he only has one tooth left in his mouth but he takes no medications.

One last complaint while Dr. Amy trims his nails. Then it is back in the carrier for him.

Dr. Amy is happy with my weight. I do take pride that I have regained my voluptuous figure even tho My Lady says it looks as if I swallowed a bowling ball.

I suffer quietly through getting my ears cleaned. They wouldn't need cleaning if My Lady didn't rub medicine in them. But since it is my heart medicine, there really is no choice.

Then it is onto Dr. Amy feeling my insides. She is pleased with what she feels. Since I have lymphoma, I take that as a good sign. She listens to my lungs and heart. Lungs are clear but there are occasional skipped heart beats.

Lalalalala. I try singing so I can't hear all this but it is no use. Instead I listen to what might happen with my heart. Great! I'm in remission but I could die of heart failure. No guarantees; no timeline.

Dr. Amy starts clipping my nails. No, stop that! Why are you letting her do that? How am I going to nail the Obnoxious One? My Guy and Lady never clip my nails because I always use the scratching posts and have never kneaded their laps with my claws out. Not like someone else I could name.

I get my B12 shot. I hide my head in the crook of My Lady's arm.

Finally, the carrier is on the table and I quickly make my escape into my inner sanctum. I am going home!

What?! Dr. Amy forgot to give me the upper respiratory vaccination. After a brief discussion, it is decided that I should get it today. My Lady suggests that I stay in the carrier. That doesn't work since it isn't an injection but a nasal one.

Stop that! How would you like it if someone tried to dump you off the sofa? Gravity wins and I am out but not before hissing. My Guy and Lady express surprise since I never hiss. Well, maybe that one time.

But soon I am safely back in the carrier and out in the cold again. How about we only go to the vet when the temperature is above 65?

Even the Obnoxious One is quiet on the ride home. We know that we are safe for a few more months.

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