They are often haughty and aloof. They have a serious aversion to bathing. They eat disgusting things. They prefer their females unshaven. They are certain of their superiority to the point of arrogance even though they are neutered. But unlike the French, these boys are sweet, lovable fur balls who do not care for Jerry Lewis movies. And they never, ever surrender.

Name: CFOMahm
Home: Metro Detroit, Michigan, United States
About Me: Italian/Polish (yes, that does make me both opinionated and dense, but there is definitely good eating at my house!). Fan of bad jokes, crossword puzzle addict, old enough to know better, but still young enough not to care. Known to the Gang of Three as "Mommy Cat - Almighty Keeper of the Can Opener and Mistress of the Front Door".
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Monday, April 24, 2006

No Way To Spend A Day Off

Today was quite eventful - took all the cats to the vet. They give a discount if I bring them all at the same time. I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it, but the thought of having to make seperate trips is not very appealing either. It's not quite as tortuous now that we only have 3 cats, but it is still a huge undertaking. Logistics are important. The first thing I do when having a cat roundup is get the carriers out a couple days ahead of time so the boys get used to their presence in the dining room and lose their fear of them. Then on the morning of the doctor visit I don my protective gear. Gloves are optional, but long pants & sleeves are a must. Next, I feed them all a favorite treat and while they are snarfing it up, the basement door and doors to all bedrooms are closed. An important part of the operation is to grab the feistiest one first, so that by the time they realize what's happening, the ringleader is under control. It works best if one person controls the cat and an assistant is in charge of holding the carrier still and closing the gate - trying not get any fingers pinched in the rush to slam the cell door shut before an escape attempt. Once all are safely in their carriers, I start dragging them out to the van while the neighbors stare and wonder just how many I have there and discuss how I am a "crazy cat lady". (There used to be five. The neighbors are not quite as appalled now.) Next the chorus sings screams loudly as I drive to the vet. At the office pet owners look at me like I'm nuts for even attempting such a Herculean task and wonder just how many times I am going to go back to the van to fetch a crate. The other patients either want to make friends or start a fight and my gang wants no part of it - they shrink to the back of their crates and once in the exam room are just as reluctant to come out of their cells as they were to go in. I end up having to "pour" cats out of crates. One by one, all are inspected and given their shots. The gang behaves quite well through this part - they are scared silly and seem to believe if they sit real still, no one can see them. Luckily they are much easier to put back in their crates - they are VERY anxious to get away from the doctor and return to the safety of their cells. Another rendition of the "Howleluiah Chorus" as I drive home. Lug them all back into the living room and open the gates - looks like the start of the Kentucky Derby as they make a mad dash to their favorite spots to lick themselves back into serenity. Then I find the Bactine, bandages & bourbon. Day off my ass. It's less stressful to go to work. Not to mention the $975.


Blogger Laurence said...

For a long time, we had four. And one was 20+ pounds.

The only arrangement we could use in the back seat for the carriers was:

Edloe - Frisky - Piper - Nardo

Because any other arrangement would put two enemies next to each other.

4/28/2006 04:45:00 PM  
Blogger Laurence said...

By the way, any of these for the COTC banner? Let me know... the cage one looks pretty good. -ls

4/30/2006 11:15:00 PM  
Blogger K T Cat said...

Whenever K T has to go to the vet, I lay out a towel, pick her up, put her on the towel and then roll her up in it, making a kitty burrito. She never figures out what is going on and get wrapped up in a warm, soft cloth so she can't fight and claw as she's dropped into her carrier. While she's in her carrier she manages to wriggle free of the towel, but by then we're on our way to see the kitty doctor.

4/30/2006 11:31:00 PM  
Blogger Jelly said...

What nice looking cats!

5/01/2006 02:06:00 PM  
Blogger Patches & Mittens said...

This is so funny and so true. I can relate to all of it, esp. the way they don't want to get out in the vet's office but go back in real quickly.

5/20/2006 10:02:00 PM  

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