Cave Girl (must start calling her Amber) just got through some narrow scrapes. Of course she survived well with Mari for the three weeks we were in New Mexico, then we brought her home and prepped her (verbally) about going to the vets for a physical and some shots before her hysterectomy. Well, that was a mistake to talk to her as the morning came to truck her off to the vet in her travel container, as it was impossible to get our hands on her to shove her into the cage. Tempting her into the cage with food was even a poorer choice for luring her into the cage. Appointment called off.
A week later, the same scenario, but this time she was in for the full treatment, hysterectomy, nails clipped, rabies shots, feline leukemia test and vaccine, what else? Well, this time we spent two hours getting her ready for transport, and nothing worked---she seemed to suspect our every move. Finally, as a last ditch measure, Dee put on gloves and her leather arm protectors and grabbed her when she least expected it. We then crammed her into her transport, got into the truck and tore off for the vets place. Howl, yell, meow, she did it all.
In the vets ready room, she would not come out of the pet carrier, so had to be dumped out onto the floor. Once out, she crawled under the cabinet door and hid from all view. When the attendant tried to grab her, she hissed and bared her teeth. The Vet advised to let her rest under the cabinet and so we left.
She was finished with all her shots and surgery and back into the pet carrier at 4 pm.
She cried and mewed all the way home, and once home, the pet carrier in the garage, we opened it up and she tore out and to her retreat in the boat, under the cover. But, minutes later, she was out looking for food, all as if nothing had happened all day.
We shut all the doors to the garage and set her up for the night. Or so we thought. The next morning, we called for her in the garage, but no sign of the cat. Since we thought she was sleeping hard away after her surgery, we turned away and exited the garage only to see her running toward us in the breezeway. She must have been out all night. End of cat life no. 1.
Then, the next day, we had her penned up in the garage, or so we thought. At about noon, we went to the garage to rouse her and, again, no cat. This time she did not appear for several hours, then finally she showed up in the garage eating her food. We can only imagine that she was out carousing around in the wilds by the house. End of cat life no.2
But there is more, later.
A week later, the same scenario, but this time she was in for the full treatment, hysterectomy, nails clipped, rabies shots, feline leukemia test and vaccine, what else? Well, this time we spent two hours getting her ready for transport, and nothing worked---she seemed to suspect our every move. Finally, as a last ditch measure, Dee put on gloves and her leather arm protectors and grabbed her when she least expected it. We then crammed her into her transport, got into the truck and tore off for the vets place. Howl, yell, meow, she did it all.
In the vets ready room, she would not come out of the pet carrier, so had to be dumped out onto the floor. Once out, she crawled under the cabinet door and hid from all view. When the attendant tried to grab her, she hissed and bared her teeth. The Vet advised to let her rest under the cabinet and so we left.
She was finished with all her shots and surgery and back into the pet carrier at 4 pm.
She cried and mewed all the way home, and once home, the pet carrier in the garage, we opened it up and she tore out and to her retreat in the boat, under the cover. But, minutes later, she was out looking for food, all as if nothing had happened all day.
We shut all the doors to the garage and set her up for the night. Or so we thought. The next morning, we called for her in the garage, but no sign of the cat. Since we thought she was sleeping hard away after her surgery, we turned away and exited the garage only to see her running toward us in the breezeway. She must have been out all night. End of cat life no. 1.
Then, the next day, we had her penned up in the garage, or so we thought. At about noon, we went to the garage to rouse her and, again, no cat. This time she did not appear for several hours, then finally she showed up in the garage eating her food. We can only imagine that she was out carousing around in the wilds by the house. End of cat life no.2
But there is more, later.
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