I caught this shot of Miss Birdy this morning.
As you can see, I got the ‘Daggers’ look when I walked toward her that says quite clearly “WHAT”?
“Not the butcher of the back passage again”, I scolded my darling little cat for talking about the nice kind lady Vet in that way, and added that that she was not sitting in the most lady like position to speak to the person who loved her the most and gave her widest choice of delicious foods and spoiled her disgracefully and smothered her in cuddles.
Today she had an appointment at the vets.
This was for her second jab and also for the vet to look at her eye again.
Some weeks ago, I mentioned that she got stuck behind our hot tub in the garage.
I had a job getting her out and later Steve and I noticed that she had a scratch around her eye.
It has been a while trying to get it to heal because anybody
who knows cats, will also know what a pain they are. The vet gave us some cream
to put on it and I did work out an easy way to apply it without having our
throats torn out in anger and defence by our furry little bundle.
I sit in my armchair and drop her in the channel on one side, then hold gently round her neck and over her paws. She submits to this and actually purrs because after the initial experiment she was given a few Dreamies before and another few after the cream has been put on. She now starts purring when I pick her up and drop her in the slot between my left thigh and the arm of the chair. We sit like that was at least twenty minutes to give the medication a slight chance of sinking in before I release her and she promptly sits and wipes it all off.
It has improved, the eye that is, but of course she keeps scratching at it.
The vet had now given us a bucket collar to try to prevent her constantly scraping at it.
I wouldn’t like to repeat the language she used to tell me basically to go away.
The system is not bad at the vet’s surgery, and how it works is, that you park on the driveway then get out and talk through the window to say who you are and why you are there, even though there is an appointment plan. Everybody must wear a mask and keep their distance.
The cat is passed over in an animal carrying cage. They are then taken in to be examined and in Birdy’s case, given her second shot and had her eye examined and temperature taken etc. All of which was the cause of the death ray look when I went into the room at home carrying the cage as I approached her. She told me that going to the vet was most undignified and she asked me if I had any knowledge of where exactly THAT Masked Bandit put the thermometer!
Birdy has been unusually subdued today and has stayed as close as possible to me most of the day but not had very much to eat so she is a little off colour after her visit to the torture chamber as Birdy calls the vets surgery.
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