The Real Story

After checking out Eric's post below, I realized I had to tell the real story of the girls visit to the vet focusing on the cats, because it actually was their vet visit!!!!

First off, the girls hate the car, so after spending twenty minutes in the car with a yowling Smidge who was trying to push herself through the slats in her plastic carrier and a screaming Zoe who was panting with fear, we finally arrived at the vet about 10 minutes late. Immediately after entering the vet's office we were shown to the back exam room and given some "calm down" time with the girls. I was trying to keep Zoe from freaking out because sometime during the ride she had moved the floor of her soft carrier sideways and it was collapsing on her. All of a sudden Eric leaps up and says "Is your chair cold?" At that point I wasn't really paying attention to him so I absentmindedly said"No" and kept trying to get the shrieking cat under control. I happened to glance up and out of the corner of my eye noticed almost the entire leg of Eric's shorts were WET in a suspicious splatter pattern. I think I said "Oh my god" and immediately burst out laughing. Eric kept trying to get me to smell it, but I didn't need to smell it. I could see exactly what it was.

Just then the vet tech entered and wanted me to keep my squirming, snarling mini-monster under control so she could shove something up her butt, so I didn't have time to tell her about what Eric had "found". By the time she finished with both cats and it was time for the vet to come in, Eric had calmed down and we decided to not say anything about it. Needless to say, we both stood for the rest of the vet visit and didn't mention anything to them. And Eric made the trip home sitting on an only sweatshirt from my trunk!

In health news, Zoe is a poster child for the healthy, fit, agile, crabby feline. Smidge, on the other hand, is fat and has gum disease. Also, something funky is happening to the fur on her back. She seems, for no apparently reason, to shed her entire undercoat just in one spot. It is pretty weird. So, we had some blood tests done to make sure she is doing ok, and to get her prepped for her sedated tooth cleaning that she will have in the near future. It was heartwrenching to watch the vet take her out of the room to the lab area. He turned around to tell us he would just be gone a second and Smidge took that opportunity to reach her paws out and make a futile grab at the doorframe. I swear, if she would have had claws she would have gotten that thing. But with her stubby, soft little toes her paws just slid right off. And then she looked up at me with this complete look of utter panic in her green eyes as the vet took her from the room. It was so much like a movie I could almost hear the tragic violin music in the background.