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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Puss n Boots report

Reba has been drooling over the last few days. I mean, like big time drooling. Bad enough that she leaves little puddles and drops of kitty spit if she sits anywhere for a period of time. Her little feet were wet from the drips. It was ridiculous. The last time she drooled like this, she had eaten a dryer sheet in its entirety. Yeah, I know. She has lived to tell the tale too.

Anyways, this time, it seems to be nothing. She is eating well and pottying, so that means there is no obstruction. I just came from the vet and she has a slight temperature, so she may be getting over an infection. I was given a prescription for amoxicillin for the next 7 days for her. That should be loads of fun. She is so open to new things.

She is so hilarious at the vet. The exam table is about the height of your average kitchen counter - maybe an inch or two higher. After I dumped her fluffy ass out of the cat carrier, she scurried to the edge where I was standing, laid down with all her feet tucked under and dug her face into the space between my waist and my arm like "I just do not want to be privy to anything that happens in this room. Please alert me when we are in the car again."

Thankfully, she lets the vet do what she needs to do without biting or hissing or scratching. She just has this desperate look on her face like "Mama, I am not sure what I did. Did I take up too much of the pillow last night? WHAT? Can this woman stop touching me PLEASE?" I just talk to her and rub her head and her front paws and tell her how good she is being and how I know I will pay for this when I get home with many deliberate snubs and distrustful glares.

I am very happy to have a vet that I trust and I know cares about my pets. When Reba was very sick with the dryer sheet in her damn intestine, they took such wonderful care of her and let me visit when I wanted, never made me feel like I was in the way, never pointed and laughed when I cried because I thought she was gonna die. They just handed me Kleenex so I could clean up because they knew I was on my lunch break and had to get back to the office. They all remember her too. I brought her in not long after the surgery for the dryer sheet for a check up and when the one vet tech walked in, she was like "OH, IT'S REBA!!!!" like she was seeing a long lost friend. She told me how wonderful she was while she stayed with them during that time. How she never pitched a fit with the IV needles in her leg. (You have NOT seen pathetic til you see a shaved patch of skin on your animal where you know they drove a needle in just earlier. I cried when I saw her little leg with no fur on part of it.) How sweet she was even though she clearly felt like crap. How she would never make a peep but when she heard her mama's voice in the waiting area, she would start to meow and how when I got back there, she purred. I imagine at some point in my life, I will value my kids' doctor in the same way, but for now, this is my kid and having a vet that I trust and that I know loves my dysfunctional, weird family as much as I do means the world.



PS - this is where I will find her the rest of the day. Not an adverturous soul in the least.

Elizabeth at 11:10 AM

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at 11:36 AM Blogger Reighnie said...

Poor girl. It's amazing how much they can go through and recover so quickly.

I hope she is feeling better soon. I hate when our furbabies aren't feeling well. It sucks that they can't tell us what's wrong.

 
at 1:08 PM Blogger Cheeky said...

Awww poor kitty - going to the vet is always traumatic for my pets - and its so hard to explain it to them ...haha

Oh and you wanted a letter....hmmmmm....Let's go with P!

 
at 2:20 PM Blogger Erin said...

Aw poor Reba! We too have a vet we love and trust. You know you have a good vet when he sheds a tear when putting your beloved pet down.

I hope Reba feels better very soon. Sweet little kitty!

 
at 2:38 PM Blogger Carrie said...

Aw, poor kitty! My cats hate the vet, but are good for the most part. I mean they hiss and look all sorts of pissed off when they shove the thermometer in their bottoms, but can you blame them?

She ate a dryer sheet? Cats can be so strange! :)

 
at 2:39 PM Blogger Kami said...

Poor baby. Just tell her that Daddy made her go. That's what I tell the dogs.

 
at 3:11 PM Blogger Cherry said...

Poor little kitty. :(

Love the pic of her tail from under the bed! :)

 
at 4:34 PM Blogger Nap Queen said...

Oh, what a sweet girl. Animals at the vet are so pathetic, it makes me want to cry. Glad we have good vets, though, it makes it a little easier :)

 
at 10:50 PM Blogger Tammy said...

Any time we would take Bogey to the vet or to be groomed, he would be so pissed off at us that he wanted nothing to do with us for a few days after. He would go as far as to hide behind the washing machine. I mean, he was pissed. Off.

 
at 11:34 PM Blogger Adam said...

Get well puss...and stop eating things that SFG leaves on the floor!

 
at 9:00 AM Blogger A taste that's bitter said...

Man, what is it with the sick pets around here?? I hope she feels better.

I hope YOU feel better too. :)

 
at 11:41 AM Blogger The Kept Woman said...

I spent most of yesterday in the same location. I totally get it, Reba.

May your today be better than yesterday...for both of you.

 
at 2:00 PM Blogger Sea_creature said...

Hope your baby and you are feeling fine today...

 
at 11:28 PM Blogger suburban mom said...

Poor little thing.

 
at 11:13 AM Blogger Easily Amused said...

Ohh, give the kitty a big {{hug}} from me!! You are very lucky to have such a great vet. I too really like mine. They realize that these animals are like our children, not just another cat, dog, bird....

 

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