Today, it was Pandora's turn.
Normally, my sweet ElderCat is merely unhappy and shy at the vet's. Today? Her preferred tech wasn't there; she did not show grace under pressure (or needles). In fact, she was an utter yowling, head-hiding wench, clinging to the side of the exam table, trying to climb into my ribcage during the vaccinations and temperature-taking. When the vet tried to pick her up to take her into the back for the full blood screening, she flipped. After I calmed her down, we tried again, but the vet eventually had to put the mommy scruff-hold moves on her, just to get her from one room to another.
$400 later, we are home. She is still yowling. I need a drink. That $400 was for the exam, 3-year Rabies & FVRCP vaccine boosters, blood count & blood chemistry screen, T4 testing & urinalysis. Ah, the joy of older pets...
Boomer goes in on Friday.
ETA: 2 hours later, Pandora has emerged from hiding, and wants pettins. Also, noms.
(I should dedicate any/all sales of "From Whence You Came" to the ongoing Feline Medical Fund, considering the sea-serpents therein were based on cats...)
- This is the week of going to the vet.