NO, NO, don’t make me….!
Mama’s doing “kitty, kitty” with that sound in her voice and I know I’m headed for my travel cage (let’s just call it a little portable house—I hate CAGE) and I’m pretty sure I’m also headed for the VET in the little town next to ours.
Look, I’ve been there before, and except for the presence of twin bearded collies, the oversized sniffing, slurping, panting, neurotic boxer and several other kitties languishing in their travel cases (God knows what they had—I stayed clear of them), I’m stay pretty cool at the vet.
BUT…when one’s memory of the place is an anesthetic and the resulting neat little scar down one’s middle or yearly pokes here and there with sharp objects…well, it’s not my favorite outing even if I do get malt paste after it’s over.
Still, I have to hand it to our two lady-vets; they are gentle and kind and I overheard one say, “Boy, did this lucky kitty find a good home!” So they can’t be all bad.
Mama says that to find a good vet, you look for good healthy dog and its nice owner and just go right up to him or her and ask what vet he or she goes to. Sort of like mama and papa’s fool-proof method for finding a good restaurant in a strange town—pick out a healthy, rosy-cheeked, fairly well-to-do-looking man (or woman) and ask where he or she eats! Usually, they’ll say, “at home, the best restaurant in town”, which is very flattering to the cook at home, but nine out of ten times, they will be told a perfect place with really good food. They’ve found really great restaurants in this way all over Europe.
So try this with a vet search. Then, of course, you can always Google the name you get, but word of mouth is far more dependable, and as you know, people love to talk about their animals.
Make sure the place is very, very clean. Mama actually asked them (in a polite and subtle way) if they washed their hands between pets and they said of course they did, pulling out the spray right then and there to show how they cleaned off the viewing table.
I certainly don’t want boxer cooties on me!!!! Not to mention all those other things that might be jumping around trying to land on my slick little healthy fur coat, no sir.
And most veterinarians are vets because they love animals, even Jack Russells.
So I guess I’ll stick this visit out and get all those yearly things I’m supposed to have and maybe if I’m really good and just groove in my Feliway-sprayed travel case, I’ll get home really quick and can hit the catnip…
I SURVIVED THE VET!
We’re glad your vet visit went well, Loulou…and that’s some good advice about how to find a vet. We like our vet, we just wish their waiting room was a little larger…sometimes when there’s several dogs in there, it can be scary for us, even if we’re in our PTUs.
We call them our prison cells – we never get into them without a fight – Mum’s hands usually lose some skin but as we say no pain no gain!! BTW when we’ve been stabbed a squillion times we will jump into our PTUs unassisted for the return journey.
Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx
Good for your mom for asking if they wash their hands between pets! Our head peep gave the vet an earful when the veterinary technicians didn’t wash their hands after smoking and before handling us. If they didn’t wash their hands then, who knows when else they didn’t, right? Vetting the vet is always a good idea!
Thank you so much for your comment! I love hearing from other kitties as I am a single kitty and like friends around the world.
Glad to hear things went well at the vet.
What a lovely name for a site–Sweetpurrfections! My vets are so, so nice and very gentle and tender, so I’m lucky. Well, lucky, maybe not. I still am not used to that travel box, but Feliway is magical.
Oh, dear. In this neck of the woods (well, really we live in a city) we call that a PTU. Prisoner Transport Unit. Except I’ve only been transported to nice places, like my forever home, and Mommy’s family vets are lovely, and most animals love going there. Yes! And mommy was referred a long long time ago to these cool cool vets. She didn’t pick them out of the phone book! She says all her kitties have been there, and they only complained about the trip, not the doctors. Even with blood tests and things sticking and prodding them, the vets have “magic hands”. Usually when they try to listen to hearts the doctors hear loud purrs!
Yes, good vets are a great asset to kitty-happiness. I’m just glad it’s only once a year or so. Mama puts that stuff down my back for those hopping things that bring worms and it seems to function. But she puts it where I can’t get to it to lick it off! Full of tricks, mama.