Today was the pride's trip to the vets for their annual check up and injections… I don’t know who it is most stressful for: the cats or us?!
Firstly, they know they are going from the moment we get the cat carriers out of the garage… I don’t know how as we round them up into the living room so they can’t see what we are doing but as soon as we get them, they are fighting to get out of any gap they can find.
Then its rounding up time….first one to catch was the old man of the bunch, Jamise. Thankfully he was asleep so didn’t put up a fight. Then it was Elma’s turn….she put up a bit of fight but I was able to get her off the top of the curtains by getting on a chair…not that it's safe trying to pull a 7kg queen down when she doesn’t want to come. I suppose it is time we got new curtains as these ones are now torn. After that it's Posies turn…she made it as far as the cat flap but we have locked it…..snigger…she doesn't know that and almost knocked herself out running at it full speed expecting it to open.
I am not sure that leaving the worse to the end was a good idea as getting Pixie into a cat carrier is never easy especially when she is stressed. In the end, I managed to catch her by the scruff as she hid under the bed. Trying to lift a fighting cat out while holding up the bed is never going to be easy but there was only ever going to be one winner. Me.....Or so I thought as, as soon as she was in the carrier and the front door open, she kicked her way out of the carrier and ran off into the distance along with Pootle and Petal who due to having FIV, don’t have yearly injections. Pootle is the worse for going to the vets and will cry for ages before and afterwards.
Anyway, cats in the car and off to the vets….only for Jamise to lose control of his bowel. Nice. They are now hiding in the summer house away from me just in case I come after them with a cat carrier again….and Pixie, you are booked for next Wednesday morning at 9am……before Breakfast when I know you will be in.