Yesterday morning, I thought it was time to take the new kitty (Abby) to see the vet. Nothing serious, just a checkup. While I was at it, I thought I'd get Baxter's physical in too. Two cats, one appointment, what could go wrong?
Monday morning, I found out just how much Abby does NOT like her carrier. Baxter was all "whatever," and walked into his; she required a lot of effort. Yes, I got scratched. Multiple places, in fact. Of all the cats I've owned, seeing her carrier 'walk' across the basement floor was a first. Yes, she was pissed, and trying like hell to get out Pissed off in the carrier, pissed off in the car, and then pissed off in the waiting room. Rather than risk the vet/tech getting scratched, I warned them that she was wasn't happy, and that she's probably scratch or bite.
She got dumped out of her carrier, got checked out, and then went back in. Baxter came out, got his blood drawn, and then curled up in his carrier for a nap. He knows to chill--if he's good, he knows that he'll get a treat when we get home. If that was all that was going to happen at the vet's...I wouldn't be typing this.
As I'm paying the bill, I had both cat carriers sitting on a nearby bench. We're talking about 2 feet away. I'm at the counter, trying to pay, when in walked a couple and their quartet of yippy, annoying, little dogs. The wife and 3 of the annoying dogs took a seat across the room, while her husband...decided to take the other dog, and sit right next to my cat carriers. The entire waiting room was open, why did you sit there
Not even a minute after he sat down, his dog stuck its nose into Abby's carrier, and she swatted it. Dog yelped, the wife was like "what the hell are you doing?" before he moved. As I'm on my way out, the guy let out a comment about how "people with vicious animals shouldn't be allowed in here."
Really? You don't control your dog. Your dog sticks its face in a strange carrier, with a cat that's already pissed off (many cats don't like the vet because they have to be in carriers), and my cat is the asshole? You're lucky that's all she did--Baxter would have *eaten* your dog. I can guarantee that if the situation had been reversed, or if someone else's dog had snapped at his, he'd have been the first to bitch
Monday morning, I found out just how much Abby does NOT like her carrier. Baxter was all "whatever," and walked into his; she required a lot of effort. Yes, I got scratched. Multiple places, in fact. Of all the cats I've owned, seeing her carrier 'walk' across the basement floor was a first. Yes, she was pissed, and trying like hell to get out Pissed off in the carrier, pissed off in the car, and then pissed off in the waiting room. Rather than risk the vet/tech getting scratched, I warned them that she was wasn't happy, and that she's probably scratch or bite.
She got dumped out of her carrier, got checked out, and then went back in. Baxter came out, got his blood drawn, and then curled up in his carrier for a nap. He knows to chill--if he's good, he knows that he'll get a treat when we get home. If that was all that was going to happen at the vet's...I wouldn't be typing this.
As I'm paying the bill, I had both cat carriers sitting on a nearby bench. We're talking about 2 feet away. I'm at the counter, trying to pay, when in walked a couple and their quartet of yippy, annoying, little dogs. The wife and 3 of the annoying dogs took a seat across the room, while her husband...decided to take the other dog, and sit right next to my cat carriers. The entire waiting room was open, why did you sit there
Not even a minute after he sat down, his dog stuck its nose into Abby's carrier, and she swatted it. Dog yelped, the wife was like "what the hell are you doing?" before he moved. As I'm on my way out, the guy let out a comment about how "people with vicious animals shouldn't be allowed in here."
Really? You don't control your dog. Your dog sticks its face in a strange carrier, with a cat that's already pissed off (many cats don't like the vet because they have to be in carriers), and my cat is the asshole? You're lucky that's all she did--Baxter would have *eaten* your dog. I can guarantee that if the situation had been reversed, or if someone else's dog had snapped at his, he'd have been the first to bitch
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