Names have been changed to protect the innocent. The following may be the product of my imagination and any similarity to anything in your life is entirely coincidental.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
visiting the vet
So yesterday we took Morgan and Kahlua to the vet. Morgan doesn't mind the trip so much; it's being cooped up in the carrier that pisses him off more than anything. Kahlua, on the other hand, wets himself every time he gets shoved into the carrier. Yesterday he even pooped while he was on the examining table. Poor kitty. We discovered Kahlua has an infected tooth--one of his front fangs--that has to be pulled. He has to have blood work before he can be cleared for anethesia, then there's the actual extraction and antibiotics. I'm about to make my vet's Christmas a little be merrier, I think. It's pretty infected, so I don't want to wait until January. He could get septic or something, and that would be bad news. Next Friday I'm taking Bailey and Moonshine for their visits, so perhaps I'll schedule Kahlua's extraction while I'm there. Maybe they could give me some kitty valium to give him for the trip.
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Hey X,
Yeah, the never ending vet parade in a household full of cats. We've got two that are mellow dears about the whole thing, two that fight tooth and nail to stay out of the cat carrier but are fine at the vet, and one who is in a state of panic from the instant the carrier comes out until she's returned safely home.
Y
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