Every time one of our cats wanted to snuggle in the last couple of weeks - and they've wanted a lot of it - I felt guilty, knowing that today we would betray their trust and take them to the vet. Maia did her damndest to avoid being locked up in the cat carrier, while Tybalt sort of gave up. He's a very bright and personable pussycat, and I think he's figured out from past experience that resistance is futile.
That didn't prevent him from yowling loudly from the carrier, at least whenever he could see that I was around. But unlike Maia, who darted for cover the instant we opened the carrier on returning home, Tybalt just sort of sauntered out and was soon looking for love and petting again. Maia reappeared as soon as there was Food.
Tybalt has a heart condition, and part of his vet appointment was an echocardiogram, which he hadn't had before. I was afraid that being forced to lie prone for ten minutes while the sensor rummaged around his chest might traumatize him, but he seems OK. The vet said the cats were well-behaved, which is not how they sounded as the stereo yowling accompanied me as I carried the two hi-fi speakers into the vet's office.
Kalimac's corner: a journal by DB
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