Thursday, September 21, 2006

Snakes on a Plane my ass...



Nothing is a millionth as frightening as getting THIS cat in a cat carrier to go to the vet. See how gentle and sweet she looks? Don't let her fool you. The noises, the scratching, the screeching, the SMELLS of utter feline panic. I'm sure the neighbors thought we were sacrificing children to the dark gods this morning.

Vet visit never happened. Spending extra $100 for traveling vet to come to the house instead.

Linda Blair? Fuck off, you pansy. You got nothing on a frightened Luna.

6 Comments:

Blogger fatmammycat said...

Yes, try doing it with three at the same time, the noise, my god, terrible.
Anyhoo, enough about that, what did the vet say? Did he take blood samples?

21 September, 2006 12:28  
Anonymous Annie said...

Aww, Luna looks like my Balthazar kitty. And apparently sounds like my Roach kitty. How such a small cat can make such a big, scary noise, I don't know.

Good call on the traveling vet. Sometimes you have to wonder if the stress of going to the vet will make things worse.

I hope Luna fares well.

21 September, 2006 14:28  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Er, I might try remembering the time difference, I assume the vet is travelling some time today.

21 September, 2006 14:43  
Blogger Andraste said...

The traveling vet arrives at noon tomorrow. He's going to bring his 'blood test' kit, and a huge cash register. He ain't cheap.

His name is Dr. Amster. WE call him the Hamster. Isn't that cute?

21 September, 2006 15:31  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

What happened with the vet? is she okay?

22 September, 2006 17:10  
Blogger Andraste said...

Whew! The vet found absolutely nothing wrong, and in fact, she looks better and has energy and is pretty much back to normal today.

So, we just paid a BUTTLOAD of money to find this out, but better safe than sorry, I guess.

Seems our little pwecious was just being a sullen adolescent for the past couple of days. Or maybe she was just playing a little trick on us for attention. The little bitch.

Anyway, he got a good guage of how much to dose her when we move. Because there is no way I'm trying to box her up to move her when we eventually buy a house, unless she is drugged to the gills and unconscious.

22 September, 2006 18:11  

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