Yesterday it was time for the annual vaccinations for Millie & Bib. These two are the most vocal when in the car, and Millie will race away as soon as she sees the carrier come out of its place. We usually get them out a couple of days before the trip, so she becomes a bit more accustomed to them.
She will come and beg whenever we are preparing food, so I thought I would just make “preparing food ” noises and she would arrive….But somehow she sensed this was different. Even when I threw tempting bits of chicken on the floor, she would rush in, grab it, and rush out again before I could grab her. She’s become less trusting since we used to grab her and force medicine down her throat. Other times she’s as soft and floppy and come hitherish as can be, but when she thinks something is afoot then that’s it!
I managed to grab her scruff and “feed” her into the upturned carrier – this seems to be the most effective way of getting her in. Bib was a piece of cake after that, but then the cat chorus began. All the way, (only a 15 minute drive) Bib kept up her affronted “MEE-OW!” uttered at top volume, while Millie gave sad little meeps from time to time. Arriving at the vets, about 10 minutes early for our appointment, I saw there were three other cars in the car park – with COVID precautions everyone was waiting in their car. This vet is a replacement for our usual, and while she is lovely, she does like to chat. So the cats and I sat in the car with the door open for about 45 minutes. Bib wanted me to stroke her, but Millie just wanted to be left alone.
When we got into the surgery Millie behaved beautifully – she cuddled up to me when the vet left her alone, and she sat patiently while being poked and prodded. She went gratefully back into her carrier at the end. Bib blotted her copybook by starting off all cuddly and then going into delinquent-with-a-flick-knife mode. She scratched and bit the vet, and hissed and swore. I suspect she was fed up with the wait. (So was I!)
Anyway, Millie is underweight and needs feeding up; Bib isn’t and doesn’t. Of course, the problem is that we can’t leave food out à volonté (help yourself) as Jasper and Bib would tuck in. The vet suggested a cat feeder that only opens for a cat with the appropriate computer chip. Like this:
At over 100€ I think not. We’ll just have to give her a feed at lunch time too.
Bib sang on the way home, but Millie sat silent in the carrier. Both were glad to be home. Bib forgave us quickly and was snuggling up to us as usual by the evening. Millie is under the weather today; she is keeping a low profile, but I’m sure she’ll be fine tomorrow. However, she did give me a long drawn out love-fest last night (once I was safely in bed and obviously not going to grab her!) so I think I’m forgiven!