In the last post of Bridget Tries to be a Responsible Pet Owner, we had the story of Alfie, who enjoys a trip to the vet every time he goes. Today's post is called Milo the Koodle and the Visit to the Vet.
Well, it almost didn't happen, because I could not find said cat. I tried several ruses, and then decided as a last gasp to give all the cats some wet food and see if he showed up. Which he did, so I grabbed him mid-meal (which made me feel terrible, but desperate times and all that), forced him into the carrier, and we headed over the vet's office.
Fortunately, we were one of the first appointments of the day, so we didn't have to wait. The vet tech took apart the carrier, pulled him out, and they wrapped him up like a Koodle burrito. They managed to do a thorough check up, take blood, and give him two shots. Fortunately for them, he was so scared and so wrapped up, it happened without incident. And then we came home. Total time from when we left the house: 40 minutes.
And then, once out of the carrier, he gave Alfie and Esme a good whack, and disappeared again. The rest of us went on with our days.
I was reading, and about 3:45 p.m. he reappeared and jumped up onto the armest.
I went to pet him and he growled. So I left him alone, and by about 8 p.m. he was letting me pet him again. And since I woke up this morning, it's clear he didn't kill me overnight - phew!
And so now we are safe for another year, unless something terrible happens, which hopefully will not. Everyone made it one more time.
The End.
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Today is our 47th wedding anniversary. We are planning to go out to dinner tonight, but since The Tim is working today and tomorrow, we have no crazy plans. Our weekend plans to go look at chairs for our TV room didn't happen, because I had a serious reaction (as usual) to my Covid vaccine, and was completely out of commission. But the chairs are going to be our anniversary gifts, and we are both anxious to get new ones, so it will happen sooner rather than later.
And that, my friends, is the excitement around here. I have an FO post for you, but want to be sure to wait and be certain the item is received before I write about it, so it will happen soon. First though, I need to mail the package. I find that helps with the person receiving things ... 🙄
12 comments:
I am thrilled that all survived Milo's trek to the vet! (I am especially grateful that you survived overnight but I might not let down my guard just yet... he could be using a delay tactic!)
Happy Anniversary!
A kitty with a grudge is a fearsome thing.
Congrats on the anniversary and your waking up this morning after the vet tragedy. My poor DH thought he was being nice to Miss Kitty and turned on a video of birds, Poor thing was glued to the screen licking her lips thinking I've got them now! She could not quite figure out how all those birds had gotten into her castle. All was well until he left the room for a few minutes and the youtube changed video changed to a bear. She was looking at us like WT# there is a huge bear in the house and you 2 idiots are doing absolutely nothing about this.
Happy Anniversary!! We have to tag team to get Holly to the vet. We do end up catching her though.
Happy anniversary! Sorry to hear your vaccination put you under the weather. It does that to me too so I know how that goes.
I know it’s a big relief when you get through those kitty vet visits. One of ours has thyroid issues so we now have to take her in for bloodwork every few months. I’m always a wreck.
Now that Visit to the Vet is a true Adventure . . . for you and for Milo the Koodle. I'm glad it was successful and Mission Accomplished for another year. :-) Happy Anniversary to you and Tim! Here's to successful chair shopping. XO
Happy Anniversary! Wishing you many more happy years together!
Dear lord, how do cats always, ALWAYS find those places to hide? Maddening. Although you have to
admire their dedication to the task.
Belated happy anniversary !
I can relate to a vet visit like that.... So for the annual check I always try to be the first appointment - I have a catflap, and if she can't go out obviously the suspicion starts... My old lady is often wrapped like that as well, and once put into 'the bag' as well, before they could draw blood. Still, they are the cutest lovelies of course :-)
Poor Milo! such trauma!
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