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mitchy at 11:18pm on 16/11/2005
mitchy at 11:18pm on 16/11/2005The cat had another trip to the vet today. When he had his last check-up, the vet said his teeth were getting bad and he'd need the full scale and polish at some point soon. I didn't have the cash then but with the tax rebate, I made Rob a priority after getting the radiators sorted.
Because he was going to be given anaesthetic, it meant I had to starve him from 8pm last night. *sighs* Only way I could guarantee that was to keep him in. Oooh boy, he was NOT a happy furball! No more food, no going out and he was forced to use a litter tray! On top of that, come the morning, what does he get instead of breakfast? A swift wrestling match which ends up with him being stuffed into a carry box and taken to some strange place, where he's abandoned! Abandoned! With no breakfast! Ooh he was pissed!
Anyway, he came through it all like a champ and was very happy to get home. His teeth have all been cleaned and there's no sign of anything wrong with his jaw or ears that's been causing him to scratch so it could well have been a tooth irritation - he's barely scratched at all this evening.
I had to laugh though. When I went to pick him up, the veterinary assistant who brought him out was looking a bit sheepish. "I was just feeding all the other cats and I couldn't leave him out so I've given him a little bit of fish!" Little bit, my arse, there was practically a fillet lying in the carry box! Honestly, that cat is such a tart! I bet he just looked at her with those big eyes and mewed at her piteously, and rolled over on his back and flashed his tummy. I'll just bet she couldn't bear to leave him out of the chow time line up!
He's more or less forgiven me, especially now that he's had some food. "Don't feed him too much tonight, he might be sick!" they said. Hah! He inhaled one portion of food when he got in and then kept looking at me plaintively until I fed him again an hour ago. No sign of a reaction, beyond hopeful looks every time I go into the kitchen! Bless 'im :) *scritches the purring lump*
Now I just have to solve one very important puzzle. If Rob was confined to the flat all night, how the hell did a dead mouse get onto my lounge carpet this morning?!?! *eyes flat warily, ponders traps*
Because he was going to be given anaesthetic, it meant I had to starve him from 8pm last night. *sighs* Only way I could guarantee that was to keep him in. Oooh boy, he was NOT a happy furball! No more food, no going out and he was forced to use a litter tray! On top of that, come the morning, what does he get instead of breakfast? A swift wrestling match which ends up with him being stuffed into a carry box and taken to some strange place, where he's abandoned! Abandoned! With no breakfast! Ooh he was pissed!
Anyway, he came through it all like a champ and was very happy to get home. His teeth have all been cleaned and there's no sign of anything wrong with his jaw or ears that's been causing him to scratch so it could well have been a tooth irritation - he's barely scratched at all this evening.
I had to laugh though. When I went to pick him up, the veterinary assistant who brought him out was looking a bit sheepish. "I was just feeding all the other cats and I couldn't leave him out so I've given him a little bit of fish!" Little bit, my arse, there was practically a fillet lying in the carry box! Honestly, that cat is such a tart! I bet he just looked at her with those big eyes and mewed at her piteously, and rolled over on his back and flashed his tummy. I'll just bet she couldn't bear to leave him out of the chow time line up!
He's more or less forgiven me, especially now that he's had some food. "Don't feed him too much tonight, he might be sick!" they said. Hah! He inhaled one portion of food when he got in and then kept looking at me plaintively until I fed him again an hour ago. No sign of a reaction, beyond hopeful looks every time I go into the kitchen! Bless 'im :) *scritches the purring lump*
Now I just have to solve one very important puzzle. If Rob was confined to the flat all night, how the hell did a dead mouse get onto my lounge carpet this morning?!?! *eyes flat warily, ponders traps*
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