Dogs in Hats and Cats in Bomber Jackets

We had our annual visit to the vet last weekend, ever since we inhertited Perdy the fat cat years ago we’ve taken her along each year to get her booster jag for some feline disease. It’s something needed if they ever go in to a cattery, something we’ve only ever done once in the time she’s been with us. This is mainly because I think we’ve never been away on holiday for years.

The vet takes it as an opportunity to check her over and this year she had a bit of a problem with her teeth. Knowing the nightmare it could be giving her the antibiotics for a while made me arrange immediately for her to get her teeth done, something she had done with no problem a few years ago. The vet explained the procedure, they do a blood test to check the cat’s health and that it is ok to have the general anaesthetic. If all is fine then the cat is anaesthetised and the teeth clean is done. Vets are brave but not brave enough to clean a cat’s teeth with it fully conscious.

I arranged to go in to the office late and dropped her off at the vets at 9am, all fine and headed in to the office, to get the call from my wife saying the cat had decided not to cooperate with the blood test. So I turned around and headed back to pick up the cat, apparently they get less cooperative when they are older. Thank goodness we had managed to give her the antibiotics and they were working.

Cue one slightly embarrassed vet, and a cat trying to appear invisible. She hadn’t scratched or bitten anyone, but I guessed she was either wriggling a lot or made her intentions clear – cat body language anyone?