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The Right Way

This is Twitchy and his mother, Smokey hiding under a bed. For good reason.
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Today we’re going to talk about the right way, and the wrong way to take your cat to see the vet for the first time

The right way is to pick them up in your arms, in a nice quiet room, soothe them with your voice and place them gently inside the pet carrier. Carefully close the pet carrier door, all the while talking in dulcet tones to keep your beloved animal peaceful and feeling loved.

The wrong way is how my husband attempted to do it today, which resulted in bloodshed, excrement and a chipped tooth. His, not the cat’s. The chipped tooth I mean. Also, for clarification purposes, it was the cat who had the crap literally scared out of him and not (as was the rumor) my husband.

We have two cats that have not seen a vet before. One is the mother of the boy, who is the result of an unfortunate act of incest by our third cat, who is now in his fourth month of a serious time out for breeding with his sister.
Thankfully all four kittens were born with the proper number of limbs and no extra eyes. We gave three of them away and kept one. The children have named this cat Twitchy. As you may have guessed, this particular feline’s genetic makeup may have taken more than a little detour by virtue of having an Uncle Daddy and an Auntie Momma. Despite his propensity for suddenly twitching a paw for no apparent reason, we love him. And when you love an animal, you take care of it as best you can by making sure it’s healthy enough to have it’s bits and pieces whacked off before it commits yet another assault on all that is decent by engaging in sexual relations with it’s mother.

There are just some things I’d rather not have to explain to the children.
Today we had an appointment for Twitchy and his mother Smokey. We have one pet carrier. We didn’t think it was a problem for both cats to ride together, as they are a very close mother and son. So close in fact that I still find the nearly five month old nursing on his poor mother. In cat years, this is akin to a five year old unbuttoning his mother’s blouse for an afternoon snack. Wrong, oh so very wrong.
Sharing a pet carrier shouldn’t have caused a problem. It was the getting them in the pet carrier that caused the problem. First, hubby picked up the mother, as skittish as she is, in a room that contained four girls, ages seven to nine. As anyone can tell you, girls of this age are not known for being quiet when an impending sleepover is in the offering. They were screeching.

As one child held Twitchy and hubby held Momma, the decibel level suddenly jumped and it seemed both cats were suspended in mid air above the pet carrier for a few breathtaking seconds before hissing balls of fangs and fur flew in two different directions.

Hubby was holding up his arms and looking at them. Long, red scratch marks were emblazoned on both arms and as I went near to inspect the damage, I realized that someone, hopefully not human, had released his or her bowels in the near vicinity. I carefully avoided breathing through my nose and peered into the pet carrier. Yep. Poop. Lovely.

I looked back at hubby who had an odd look on his face and was running his tongue back and forth over his front teeth.

“What’s wrong?
“I chipped a tooth”
“You…what? How?”
“Trying to put the cat into the carrier. I chipped tooth”
“The cat hit you in the face?”
“No, I did it”
“With what?”
“My other tooth”

In closing, please remember if your husband is planning on ’helping’ you get your pets to a vet, it’s a good idea to have him wear a mouth guard and protective clothing, perhaps a Kevlar vest or a biohazard suit if there are young children present. Better yet, don’t let your husband help, especially if you don’t have dental insurance.


For the record, this is Uncle Daddy. For some reason he enjoys sleeping on our bedroom window sil.

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Comments

  1. I want to laugh, because that's a very funny story, but I'm sorry for the husband's chipped tooth. That's a pain in you know where... :)

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  2. In the wallet. Yes. I totally agree!

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  3. My geography is not too good, please forgive me. You are in one of the 3 states in the USA where incest is not mandatory, am I correct?

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  4. Now I remember why I'm I "dog person." Hope everyone heals. (No pun intended.)

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  5. No, it's not mandatory but it's use can be grounds for....running for president. Or some such office.

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  6. Anonymous5:40 PM

    One of the best ways I've found to get "Momma Auntie's" little one to the vet is to get them completely stoned on catnip. It won't hurt them, and evidently our Smokey and Carmel love it. I can tell by the blissful faces and loud purrs. Not to mention the weird way in which they walk.

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  7. Catnip! Great idea! Thanks!

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  8. Anonymous8:12 PM

    I am picturing matrix like moves by the cats in order for them to have accomplished a poop, a scratch and give Lance a chipped tooth. I am so sorry but that is hilarious!

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  9. Anonymous9:10 PM

    yowch. I can sympathize. One July 4th, I was lifting the cat off my chair just as someone set off an M-80 in a dumpster...

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  10. Jenny, it was indeed a Matrix moment. Or seemed so at the time. Unfortunately, the pooping wasn't a movie prop. I had to clean it up. ::shudder:: Hey, sorry I missed the party yesterday. I was under the weather, as I'm sure Lance told you.

    Cynic--that made me laugh. I can only imagine what your cat did to you.

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  11. My husband chipped his tooth, on his other tooth, when he swam into the wall of a pool. I truly think it's a man thing to be this...well, not bright.

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  12. Ok add this one to the collection of chipped tooth stories: My dad chipped one of his top middle teeth while opening the car door one morning when he was leaving for work. My mom asked him, "What were you doing smiling?"

    Pam, great post. I love cats and their weird behavior.

    tdisf: Ebonics for TGIF

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  13. Anonymous12:46 PM

    I'm glad you are feeling better. The next time I am under the weather I am going to revisit these postings. I can't stop laughing.

    Carmenzta - "why were you smiling?" I will be laughing about that all day!!! Kills me!

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