Angela Verdenius's Blog - Posts Tagged "vets"
All Done! And Cats! And now!...
Yes! All editing done! Everything ready, all systems go for Fly with Me on the 31st May! YES!!!
I've also managed to watch HEAPS of Friends on my days off nursing, and read a lot. And taken the furries to the vet for their vaccinations - yep, Abby and Polly swore at the vet nurse, who was new, and made her extremely wary. I tried to reassure her that both grumble-bums were more bark than bite, but...well, they do sound scary when they're hissing and growling, but they're not small cats, to be fair. However, I got told off by Mum the other night for calling them both basketballs on legs, so let's not go there.
Evie is much better behaved if we take her to the vet rather than have the vet come to the house. She hunches up and is as quiet as a mouse, whereas if the vet comes to the house to see the furry horde, Evie is like a feral. So from now on, off to the vet for her vaccinations!
Mind you, she had a total panic attack in her cage in the driveway while Mum and I were loading the other three cats into the car. Total spazz-out. Then she and Lacey cried ALL THE WAY THERE.
Theo and Lily just stayed silent.
Today we took Polly, Abby and the dog, Leo. So Leo BARKED ALL THE WAY THERE. According to Mum, my suggestion of leaving him at the vet was not going to be taken. And here I was, ears ringing as I got out of the car, just trying to be helpful.
Fleur is the only cat waiting to be vaccinated, but as she's currently on medication, she has to wait until she's completely better, so one more trip to make in the near future.
Now Friday, on my day off when I normally don't surface before eight thirty (what? I hate getting up early when the mornings are chilly!), I HAVE to get up early and take Leo to the vet to have his teeth cleaned. Then take myself to the chiropractor. Cheers for us both!
So that's my life at the moment - furries furries furries!
I've also managed to watch HEAPS of Friends on my days off nursing, and read a lot. And taken the furries to the vet for their vaccinations - yep, Abby and Polly swore at the vet nurse, who was new, and made her extremely wary. I tried to reassure her that both grumble-bums were more bark than bite, but...well, they do sound scary when they're hissing and growling, but they're not small cats, to be fair. However, I got told off by Mum the other night for calling them both basketballs on legs, so let's not go there.
Evie is much better behaved if we take her to the vet rather than have the vet come to the house. She hunches up and is as quiet as a mouse, whereas if the vet comes to the house to see the furry horde, Evie is like a feral. So from now on, off to the vet for her vaccinations!
Mind you, she had a total panic attack in her cage in the driveway while Mum and I were loading the other three cats into the car. Total spazz-out. Then she and Lacey cried ALL THE WAY THERE.
Theo and Lily just stayed silent.
Today we took Polly, Abby and the dog, Leo. So Leo BARKED ALL THE WAY THERE. According to Mum, my suggestion of leaving him at the vet was not going to be taken. And here I was, ears ringing as I got out of the car, just trying to be helpful.
Fleur is the only cat waiting to be vaccinated, but as she's currently on medication, she has to wait until she's completely better, so one more trip to make in the near future.
Now Friday, on my day off when I normally don't surface before eight thirty (what? I hate getting up early when the mornings are chilly!), I HAVE to get up early and take Leo to the vet to have his teeth cleaned. Then take myself to the chiropractor. Cheers for us both!
So that's my life at the moment - furries furries furries!
My Name is Mud
My name is mud yet again.
It's because the furries were all due their vaccinations. Mum and I took the furry horde in 2 batches - 4 the first day, 3 the second day.
The vet was happy with the progress of Lily, Polly & Abby's diets. Slow weight loss but progress, he said, in the right direction.
Yay!
The furries however, weren't so delighted with their day out. Lacey and Evie wet themselves (poor little mites) and Evie and Lacey screamed the car down all the way to the vet. As in SCREAMED the car down. And you know, we had both of them in the 1st batch, so you can imagine the sound effects happening.
My shoulders were hunching up to my ears so much while I cowered over the steering wheel that by the time we got to the vet, I had a crick in my back for several hours after.
But the fun really started when we got home.
Polly growled at me every time I even looked at her. No swiping, no biting, but she was letting me know she WAS NOT HAPPY and I was a TRAITOR.
Evie and Lacey both had 24hrs being off post vaccinations. Neither ate tea, and Evie wouldn't get out of Mum's bed all night or all the next day, staying in a little huddled ball in the corner near the pillow and at times under the blanket. Evie stayed squirreled away on her little hammock under the backroom table.
Talk about feeling bad for the poor little things.
To top it off, Lacey has a bad tooth so now I've had to book her in to the vet tomorrow to have her teeth cleaned and possibly a tooth pulled.
To say my name will be mud with her again is putting it mildly. I may never live this down! *Cough* I was cowardly enough to book her in on my work day so Mum has to take her instead *Cough*
What? Don't look at me like that! At least I'm man (woman?) enough to admit I'm a coward! But after the fiasco of the vaccinations, I think I'm entitled to be!
It's because the furries were all due their vaccinations. Mum and I took the furry horde in 2 batches - 4 the first day, 3 the second day.
The vet was happy with the progress of Lily, Polly & Abby's diets. Slow weight loss but progress, he said, in the right direction.
Yay!
The furries however, weren't so delighted with their day out. Lacey and Evie wet themselves (poor little mites) and Evie and Lacey screamed the car down all the way to the vet. As in SCREAMED the car down. And you know, we had both of them in the 1st batch, so you can imagine the sound effects happening.
My shoulders were hunching up to my ears so much while I cowered over the steering wheel that by the time we got to the vet, I had a crick in my back for several hours after.
But the fun really started when we got home.
Polly growled at me every time I even looked at her. No swiping, no biting, but she was letting me know she WAS NOT HAPPY and I was a TRAITOR.
Evie and Lacey both had 24hrs being off post vaccinations. Neither ate tea, and Evie wouldn't get out of Mum's bed all night or all the next day, staying in a little huddled ball in the corner near the pillow and at times under the blanket. Evie stayed squirreled away on her little hammock under the backroom table.
Talk about feeling bad for the poor little things.
To top it off, Lacey has a bad tooth so now I've had to book her in to the vet tomorrow to have her teeth cleaned and possibly a tooth pulled.
To say my name will be mud with her again is putting it mildly. I may never live this down! *Cough* I was cowardly enough to book her in on my work day so Mum has to take her instead *Cough*
What? Don't look at me like that! At least I'm man (woman?) enough to admit I'm a coward! But after the fiasco of the vaccinations, I think I'm entitled to be!
