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09 November 2007 @ 07:16 pm

Today was Zinda’s turn. She’s a quiet little thing. Mind, she’ll gnaw your hand off at the wrist if the mood strikes her (unless you’re Don, in which case she’ll purr and preen and be the most adorable creature EVER), but she’s not noisy. She ‘merrvs’ and ‘merps’ but very very seldom meows. Until you put her in a cat carrier and into a car.

I’m so very delighted that the new vet’s office is a mere five minute’s drive. Poor monkey-cat was crying and yowling and shivering for the entire ride and the duration of her stay in the waiting room.

The visit itself was fine. She came out of the carrier and clawed her way onto my shoulder. The tech and I managed to pry her claws from my flesh and place her on the scale (ten pounds. holy crow.). Dr. Cutie commented on Zee’s beautiful golden eyes. “Crazy eyes,” I corrected. It’s automatic. I can’t help it. Fortunately, he found it amusing.

Zee was very unhappy to be there. “Poor thing,” the vet soothed. “Look at her ears.” They were flat against her skull. He proceeded to give her a facial and ear massage which was equal parts adorable and effective. He checked her eyes, her teeth, her ears (toss ing out such adjectives as ‘gorgeous,’ ‘excellent,’ and ‘perfect,’ respectively. Her belly and bladder felt fine. So, apparently, did her kidneys: “Well, she’s go two of them. That’s good!” Her muscles were crazy tight. No surprise there. She was so pulled in on herself, I half expected her to disappear with a tiny pffft! and a wee cloud of smoke. He checked her heart rate which, to everyone’s surprise, was not through the roof.

She took her two shots like a champ. I really like his technique in administering them, and I adore that he talks them through it to boot. Claw trimming was a snap; I forgot to ask them if I can pop in from time to time and get it done. Wonder if I have to pay for an office visit proper, or if I can just pay a fee for the clippage. Hmmm. Anyway, Zinda went back into the carrier with no fuss and then immediately took up her keening where she’d left off.

There were three ladies working when I checked out. One of them mentioned they all adored Isabeau’s name, and when I told them I’d taken it from the movie ‘Ladyhawke,’ two of them went into raptures. So not kidding. I think if the third lady doesn’t see it soon, there will be trouble in the offices of Orchard Grove. I’m thinking of dropping off my copy for her.

Once I got Zinda home, she dashed from the carrier, looked at me, then ran to me for comfort. Even now, she’s all snuggled up on my lap as I’m writing, doing her little luff/purr. I don’t want to break it to her that I’m the one who put her through that ordeal.*

Jilly goes in on Monday. Dr. Cutie will be on vacation, but I’m told fill-in-vet Dr. Joe is wonderful. I hope so. I’m a bit worried about Jill. Can’t pinpoint anything, mind you. It's just a feeling which I really hope is unfounded.

*Also, about ten minutes after I'd brought her home, she was back in the carrier, just sort of hanging out. Clearly it isn't the carrier that bothers her; it's the journey. The trial, if you will. Isabeau knows better. She was sitting three feet away, looking at the kitten curled up in that cursed box o' transport, sending frantic thoughts her way. "Run, you foolish child! That's how they get you! RUN!"
I feel: pleasedpleased
I hear: kitten's snuffly purring
Andrewquueer on November 10th, 2007 12:26 am (UTC)
THIS kind of post is a good example of how good a writer you are.

There are VERY few people who I can trust to make a story about taking a cat to the vet at all interesting.
Adrienne C.adrienne429 on November 10th, 2007 04:44 am (UTC)
I was just thinking the same thing. This is the type of stuff ladyjoust should be writing.
Adrienne C.adrienne429 on November 10th, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)
I love the way you write up just everyday sort of events.

And by the way, where are those joust horse stories we talked about....LOL
Kel: Ten/Arthur the horseladyjoust on November 10th, 2007 05:04 am (UTC)

I'm so very bad at accepting any sort of praise. But thank you. Really. Thanks.

And joust horse stories as in the kids' book I need to write about Oso? Which I SO need to do, gorrammit. Or something else?