The Meezer's Friday...
The Meezer is out of sorts tonight.
You see, she was overdue for her shots. I'm a good Cat Mom, but sometimes, it's just not worth the struggle to get this big girl into the carrier (I rarely win) and trundle her off to my "other" boss...
But, it really has been too long, and I try hard to stay in compliance with local laws. So the appointment was made and last night the carrier came out of the closet, was set upon the office floor and the lid opened.
Everyone promptly went into immediate hiding. The Meezer appeared during the night to tunnel under the covers, but that was the best of seeing everyone for quite awhile...
My plan was simple: I left the office a few minutes early this afternoon, ran back home...came in the door, hung up my coat, climbed the stairs to the office, sat down in the chair, turned on the computer (pretending it was a normal coming home)...and within 60 seconds, The Meezer was at my side, asking for strokes.
I turned slightly away from the computer, reached down to stroke her head....turned the chair a bit more and she moved slightly to allow it...stroked her a bit more...turned the chair a bit...stroked...down around - and in one swift motion (chair at right angles to the carrier) I scooped her up and plopped her inside, closing the lid and clicking the hinges shut.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
The Meezer rarely sounds like a typical Siamese. She doesn't cry like a baby. Until she's in the carrier. THEN you would think I was trying to kill her.
(sigh)
We have an extra special vet (yes, she is my boss, but still, it's true). She only sees kitties. She is a true "Cat Lady" - the second The Meezer is out of the carrier in the exam room, the vet has her hands in her fur...she nuzzles her, she strokes, she talks kitty talk...
(The Meezer? Becomes the meekest mouse you can imagine...she's out of her element and terrified - according to my vet, supposedly, this is common of big, strong, Alpha Cats. It's hysterically funny to see her dissolve into a puddle when normally she reigns supreme in the household)
Once home? Well...I'll let The Meeze finish the story:
I hate the vet, Mommie...but she has really really good 'nip
Not the least bit stoned, is she?
lolol
You see, she was overdue for her shots. I'm a good Cat Mom, but sometimes, it's just not worth the struggle to get this big girl into the carrier (I rarely win) and trundle her off to my "other" boss...
But, it really has been too long, and I try hard to stay in compliance with local laws. So the appointment was made and last night the carrier came out of the closet, was set upon the office floor and the lid opened.
Everyone promptly went into immediate hiding. The Meezer appeared during the night to tunnel under the covers, but that was the best of seeing everyone for quite awhile...
My plan was simple: I left the office a few minutes early this afternoon, ran back home...came in the door, hung up my coat, climbed the stairs to the office, sat down in the chair, turned on the computer (pretending it was a normal coming home)...and within 60 seconds, The Meezer was at my side, asking for strokes.
I turned slightly away from the computer, reached down to stroke her head....turned the chair a bit more and she moved slightly to allow it...stroked her a bit more...turned the chair a bit...stroked...down around - and in one swift motion (chair at right angles to the carrier) I scooped her up and plopped her inside, closing the lid and clicking the hinges shut.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
The Meezer rarely sounds like a typical Siamese. She doesn't cry like a baby. Until she's in the carrier. THEN you would think I was trying to kill her.
(sigh)
We have an extra special vet (yes, she is my boss, but still, it's true). She only sees kitties. She is a true "Cat Lady" - the second The Meezer is out of the carrier in the exam room, the vet has her hands in her fur...she nuzzles her, she strokes, she talks kitty talk...
(The Meezer? Becomes the meekest mouse you can imagine...she's out of her element and terrified - according to my vet, supposedly, this is common of big, strong, Alpha Cats. It's hysterically funny to see her dissolve into a puddle when normally she reigns supreme in the household)
Once home? Well...I'll let The Meeze finish the story:
I hate the vet, Mommie...but she has really really good 'nipNot the least bit stoned, is she?
lolol
posted by Nana Sadie at 10:08 PM
9 Comments:
Yes, mine hate the carrier in varying degrees...Torrie the most. Fortunately, our vet built a new office at the edge of our subdivision, so he's only a 5-7 minute walk away. We bought a kitty stroller, and unless someone is sick in bad weather, we walk over. They take it well (until the door of the vet's office opens and they smell THE SMELL.
Mason hates the carrier, too. We try to wrap him in a towel and then stuff him in but that never works very well. I wind up holding an empty towel and he runs for the hills!
I have to keep the carrier in the garage so that prep isn't seen. Even then, getting Kidd into it is a major undertaking. Moo never hides. I think she just doesn't believe that anyone would do anything against her wishes because, after all, she is the Queen Of The House.
Snicker. You've got to love vets who keep bribes (ours always has fresh cooked chicken for the dogs) :) I'm glad she made it through safe and sound!
Poor Meezer. But you've got to have those check ups!
You know that moms have to do what moms have to do. Besides, it sounds like you minimized the hurt pride and the struggle just right.
p.s. Meezer is such a beauty!
Love that face! :)
I'm glad it went so well...I hate it when they start crying and you feel so bad for them. :(
Poor Meezer! Very crafty way to get her in the carrier though!
Does Meezer know you posted a picture of her in her stoned state? She might take exception to the lack of dignity.
you know i don't think any of my boys really scream alpha. isn't that strange?
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