Help control the pet population - have your pet spayed or neutered, right?
I am doing my part. I dropped Braeya off at the vet this morning for her snippy snip snip. She is not amused.
Friday evening, I decided to take her with me to visit Dad - so that he could have company and so she wouldn't always associate the cat carrier with the vet. Apparently I was too late and she already views it as the ambulance. She would NOT get in. So I left it in the dining room all weekend, hoping she'd start to play in it and this morning's episode would be much more painless.
Then I got the bright idea to just throw food in it to bribe her to go in...but I forgot she had to fast prior to surgery. So much for that idea.
I'm not even kidding you - I was picking up the food bowls at 5:45 last night before going to church and even as I hid them on top of the hot water heater, those two scoundrels were scoping out the house looking for food. It's not like either one of them is particularly starving. They could live on their own fat cells for a month.
By this morning, they were following me around like the Pied Piper - apparently thinking the morning routine would somehow include food or water. Braeya went so far as to throw her body against the shower door hoping for a drink. I told her that I appreciated her effort but that would not open the door, nor would it convince me to open it.
I packed up the car with everything BUT her and then lured her into the carrier with a jingle ball. I felt like a horrible Mom - tricking her into playing a fake game. By the time we got to the vet, she was firmly planted in that carrier and the poor little nurse person had to extract her carefully. Braeya made those baby blues extra wide and looked at me like "I can't believe you're leaving me here, Mom."
I couldn't take it. I had to call MY Mom just to be reassured that I was doing the right thing. Why I called her, I'm not sure. She doesn't even like cats. But she does know about being a Mom. I got the "Sometimes you have to do what's best for them even when it hurts" speech. It was a good one.
So I've done my part to help control the pet population. Now I just hope she lives through it.
6 comments:
It's okay, Bekah, you'll be fine and Braeya will be fine...in fact, her life will improve...trust me...and so will yours. Can't believe I'm doing this--you've introduced change into my life; now isn't that a switch. I just had to see the dresses and this is what you got me into
Good girl Bekah! Braeya will soon forgive you and forget all about it! And it's much better than dealing with a kitty trying to sneak out when she goes in heat or worse yet, a bunch of the little scoundrels running all over!
Amy - thanks for making me feel better! I finally got through to the vet and they tell me she's groggy but doing well. I had a stern talk with her this morning about how her friskiness got her in this position. An odd conversation to have with a 6 month old. Odd to be conversing with a cat at all, I know.
Lois - WELCOME to blog land!! I am so proud of you!!!! :D You'll be addicted before you know it!!!!! I miss you!
Having waited way too long to do the same to my cats, trust me Bekah, you're doing the right thing.
She'll forgive you, but be warned, Kaegen may be especially cranky around her when she comes home, because she'll smell like the vet and all the animals there too.
Kristin - THAT would explain why he was sniffing her so much!!! I think he's done being a mama's boy now. Well, it was nice while it lasted!!!
LOL! I just know that one time when we brought EJ home from the vet Kerry, who was civil with EJ before she left, was none too thrilled with the way EJ smelled when she got home. I had never heard so much hissing at the time.
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