With our previous cat, Cookie, it was a Battle Royale to get him into the carrier. First of all, he was too big for a typical cat carrier, so we would put him in a laundry basket with a comfy pillow in it and clamp a lid over him. Sounds like a simple thing, right? Not!
Then fat Kat, although she would (barely) fit into a carrier, was also reluctant. Maybe her obesity kept her from putting up too much fight, though.
But trusty Napolion is just pretty okay with the whole thing. He's the first cat we've had that wasn't a stray, so maybe that has something to do with it? Even though he still likes to go outside and fight and kill things?
So anyways, he was good for the vet, whom I had bumped into at the orthodontist's a couple of weeks ago. Meego had to go get an adjustment or oil change or whatever it is they do back there. As we were leaving, our vet was entering. We exchanged friendly greetings and then she got on with her own oil change or whatever.
She's my age, maybe a couple of years older, but she's got orthodontic braces. A late fix I guess. I don't recall anything particularly crooked or out of sorts with her teeth before, but it's not like I was really studying them.
She mentioned it yesterday while palpating away at Napolion.
"I didn't know you went to my orthodontist". Then went on to say how she was looking forward to being done with her braces and asking how much time Meego had left on his sentence.
I personally never had to do the tinsel teeth. And of our three kids, Meego is the first to introduce us to the wonderful world of orthodontia. I'm glad I'm not typically in two different care facilities in a span of two weeks.
As for Napolion, he did fine. I was beginning to think that he actually liked being at the vet's, with all that attention. But after the third shot, he was more than ready to get outta there.
|Damn, I thought she meant the OTHER kind of shots|