Hi, Everybody, it’s me, Jack.
I am doing Tuesday Chatter today.
I had a kinda scary morning today.
I had an appointment.
It started with this
A cage! With the door locked!
I was not happy!
I would not look at Mama
no matter how sweet she talked.
Teddy told me that when you go in the cage and the door is locked
it means you are going in a car to see the vet.
Last time I went to the vet wasn’t so bad,
but still, this cage thing was uncalled for.
Well, we got to the vet place and I was freed from the cage
so I could walk around in the exam room.
When a man came in I ran out the door.
I just wanted to explore.
Mama doesn’t let me out of the apartment except on the balcony
and from the little I can see when she opens
the front door the hallways look very interesting.
Anyway, back in the exam room.
The vet, he was a very nice guy, put me on a table.
I wasn’t too sure about it.
But it was okay.
I was weighed (perfect 10 pounds)
and poked and scoped and kneaded and
SHOT TWICE!
But I was a good boy.
The vet knew what he was doing and did it very well.
He said I was a perfectly beautiful cat.
This guy really knows his cats.
He knows perfection when he sees it!
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A delightful post, I always love hearing from your furkids! Jack is very brave indeed, mine tend to cower down in the vet’s exam room and have to be extricated from their carrier. Once on the table they usually are fine because our vet is very gentle and caring too. Often the office mascot cat is watching from one of the shelves above! I am glad to year that Jack checks out just fine and survived his trip without too much trauma. I’m surprised he hasn’t managed to escape into the hallway at home for further inspection! 🙂
He has escaped a couple of times but he didn’t get far. Good thing because some folks here don’t want any pets living here and would put him outside if they came upon him. It takes work to get Teddy out of the carrier but Jack just hops out and starts checking out the place.
This is priceless. Jack, you are a sweetheart. So is your vet. Mom, you are very blessed…but, you know that.
I really love this post. Thanks for sharing it. And, Jack, thanks for chatting!
The vet is great. He just loves cats! Jack was pretty relaxed not at all like Teddy. But even Teddy calms down when this vet takes over and does his thing. The only thing with Jack is that he is an escape artist and did go exploring.
Awww, poor Jack – such a gorgeous cat. Thank you for linking to Tuesday Chatter.
You were so good. My new cat Gracie had to go to the vet for oral medication. She bit me and scratched the tech. In the end there were no meds in Gracie but lots all over the table. She weighs 7 lbs but it was an angry wiggly 7 lbs. at the vet!
Sounds like Gracie doesn’t suffer humans gladly. How old is she? How will she get the meds she needs?
No one knows her age. She looks very young and is very playful but the vet thinks 2 to 4 years old based on her teeth. She had crystals in her urine. No meds. Trying to encourage more fluids. She’s doing much better so it may have been the stress of the move.
Jack is adorable, a truly a good boy. ❤ ❤ ❤
I feel bad for my cats when they go to the vet. They get so stressed.
He is a cutie. He wasn’t very stressed at all. But he did want to explore the clinic. Teddy gets stressed but the vet we see loves cats and is so wonderful with them that even timid Teddy calms down.
Wonderful story, Jack. [Patricia — that is an adorable photo of the vet with his patient.]