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part of my mission here includes journaling the highlights of my son's childhood...and part of that includes chronicling the rituals and traditions...
so here goes..this will not be my most scintillating entry, but is intended to be part of the big story this mess will be condensed into, one day, one day..
She somehow KNEW something was up as soon as we set foot in the door, giving me a frightened look and bolting for her "secret" hiding spot behind the sofa...
I had not even taken the cage out of the attic and stashed it secretly in the yoga room until that morning (which by itself is a disturbing sentence, I realize...) - but she is very perceptive, maybe she could sense it, or smell it in there...
and she somehow knew I was going to imprison her and "torture" her...
NO NO NO! I am not some silence of the lambs sicko creep with a young girl imprisoned in my basement...what a sick thought! I am talking about taking my cat to the vet silly!!
She HATES to leave the house, and she HATES the cat cage...the one she came in when I got her...but curiosity encaged the cat - or something...
SO, with that in mind, G and I went up to the yoga room where the cage was waiting, left the door open just a crack (which no cat can resist...there is NOTHING cats like more than to see what is on the other side of a closed door...) and had a "casual" conversation about his shool day...before 2 minutes went by, Kitty came sneaking into the room and BAM! We closed the door behind her, grabbed her around her 5 inch waist, and stuffed her into the cage, even though her claws were clinging for dear life to the bars...
We dragged the cage (with towels inside and over the top for the comfort of our feline Princess) and ensconced it in the back seat of the Pontiac...this year she had some entertainment on the ride, George read to her from his "Magic Treehouse" books - he loves em- checks 'em out of the school library 3 or 4 at a time..
Soon we were driving down KY55 to scenic FInchville through the blazing blue sky of a perfect autumn day..
years ago, I used to take the 4 legged duchess to East Shelby Animal clinc - but I hated that place - always dirty, noisy crowded, smelly - and enough high pressure sales tactics to make Oxmoor Mazda proud! (check out Oxmoor Mazda sometime and you will see what I mean, all that idiotic "what do I have to do to earn your business today/let me talk to my manager before drawing my next breath crap..ugh)
anyway, one time they pressured me to clean Kitty's teeth then after she was there and I had left, called me to tell me about the $100 in blood tests that were required BEFORE the anesthesia...ugh, I did not mind paying it so much as being tricked into it...and then when I picked her up....she was all covered in drool and blood and gunk and snivelling in the cage, nobody had even bothered to wipe off her face...ugh - like a bad nursing home...I never set foot in there again!
then someone told me about Finchville Animal Hospital, and we have been going there ever since...the place is in one of these latter day log cabins - you know, the pre-fab ones with the modern interior...still - it has a nice homey feel that always for whatever reason reminds me of that friendly quirky vibe on "Northern Exposure" back in the 90's.
...when we went in, the vet assistant was on the phone telling a concerned per owner..."just because he is losing hair does not mean it is an emergency." - I had to agree! LOL
they have this great floor scale right out in the central lobby for weighing the pets...which we always enjoy weighing Kitty on (6.4 lbs this year, up from 6.2 last year, 6.6 2 years past) as well as of course ourselves (G - 62.2 lbs, me 159.6 - in full business attire including tweed jacket with cell phone in pocket and Johnston and Murphy split toe oxfords, tyvm!)
the vet is this blonde with a distracted air, who looks distractingly like Mare Winningham in St. Elmo's Fire....pretty, but for some reason too absorbed in her own thoughts to be really engaging...still, she is thorough and gentle and kind with KItty, and polite with me and G - and that is what we are there for ...
Kitty always hisses and spits and growls as they hold onto her neck scruff, and look at her teeth, feel her belly, listen to her heart and lungs and jab her with needles full of the strangely pink rabies vaccine..she freaking hates it, but at least they don't make her put her paws in those little metal stirrups on the end of the exam table (kidding)
- in no time, and $39 charge to the Visa Debit Card....we were stuffing her back in the cage for the ride home, during which G soothingly read to her once again.
We get home, put the cage on the back porch, open it up...and she casually looks around, waits for 30 seconds to make sure to let us know jumping out of the cage is HER idea...and slinks off to sulk in a closet somewhere....355 days to enjoy before her next journey outside of the castle..
Later in the evening, I heard G on the phone with his mom, telling her about our errand...
"well for a CHECK-UP mom!...everyone needs a check-up you know!"
I am glad he is getting the message that things you love and that matter to you need care and maintenance...esp his Siamese Sis!
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