Fretting at the vet

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Biding her time before the vet comes back in

Yesterday was Maggie’s vet day. I hate vet day for my kitties. They’re both so freaked out by the experience that I, too, become a bit freaked out. I don’t know which cat is worse. Lucy shrieks through the entire car ride and then the entire wait in the lobby. But I have to go to great pains to even fool little Maggie into getting into her crate. It’s a not-so-well orchestrated moment that I just dread. If she gets so much as a whiff of what’s up, she darts under the bed and hides just beyond my reach. And then there’s all the fur that they both shed from the moment we hit the car to the moment we return. It’s exhausting, I tell ya.

2 thoughts on “Fretting at the vet”

  1. We took our two dogs to a low-cost shot clinic/pet event (“Petpalooza” of all things) last time they needed shots. They were so excited about seeing all the other dogs and cats that they weren’t afraid of the shots.

  2. Oh, if only my cats were so excited about other animals! Actually, a friend once told me about a vet that does house calls. Maybe I should try that!

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