Ziva Versus the Vet

So, Mom took me to the vet today. Something about a sore that isn’t just as simple as letting me take care of it myself.

My thoughts: EVIL!

First she packed me up into the cat carrier, which is just WRONG! When Mom takes me away for a couple hours, she puts the leash on me…she doesn’t put me in the carrier! Should have been my first clue.

Then, she brought me to this strange place, and they said something about me sneezing so I had to go outside to go to this cold, sterile room with nothing comfy in it, and stupid fuzzy music on the radio.

Then…some lady came in and told Mom she doesn’t flea me enough. I don’t know what she is talking about. I think Mom fleas me far too often! She made me stay on this cold metal table, and she but me on this white thing she called a “scale” and…she…got a bit friendly while saying something about…”checking temperatures.”

I felt better when Mom put my leash back on me. I felt like I was being taken care of and spent the next few minutes, pretty sure it was actually hours, under Mom’s chair.

That was when that woman came in.

She seemed cool at first. Talked nice and calm. Then…she took me from Mom!! She did bad things to me! I’m telling you, those people there have some epic personal space issues!!! I told Mom we should file some legal things against them, but she told me it was all “for my own good.” They brainwashed her, I’m sure of it.

If I never see that place and that woman again, it will be too soon!

Course, if that wasn’t enough…Mom left her keys in the house. So, I had to go to this lunch for her supervisor. There was this dog there. I’m not sure what I think of her. She was quite sure she wanted to know who was in the cage…but I’m not sure I wanted to know who she was! I’ve known dogs. They’re really not that awesome. But…not necessarily all that bad either. I’ll probably never see her again though, so I guess it doesn’t matter.

Mom dumped the water bowl in my carrier before we left. Silly woman should have known paper bowls should not hold liquid forever. Got my fur all nice and soaked. * sigh *

I am home now, however, and that is all that matters. My town house. My bed. My box. My FOOD!

And…no…strangers!

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So…Ziva’s fine, mostly. She got an antibiotic shot for her sore.

She cried and cried when the doctor took her out of my sight. I felt like a mother who couldn’t be with her baby through a scary time….! She was definitely glad to see me when she came back. She’ll never admit it, but she actually didn’t try to leave my arms and kept her head tucked under my chin.

Otherwise…she was like a completely different cat. Didn’t cause much trouble at all, and the vet said she didn’t really do any damage with her claws either. Totally weird.

After all the vet stuff happened, she seemed a bit more…calm, while being scared. So long as she was in the carrier, she could handle anything, including Marsha’s dog Kihoto.

One thing is for sure…it made her a bit more curious by the time she got home.

What Ziva doesn’t know…is that she has another appointment right before Thanksgiving – just a checkup.

And…then some vaccinations will be had between now and the end of February…but…that’s besides the point.

Heh. -.-‘