The Joys of Taking Cats to The Veterinarian

I have three cats living in our house.  Over all they do not cause much trouble accept for an occasional  minor fight.  Luckily no blood has been shed. The only time that they cause problems when it comes time to take them to the Veterinarian.

My cats will try anything to get out a visit the Vet, so we tried two strategies to circumvent this. We try either to round them up an hour before they go to their appointments, or surprise them with a short notice attack. Neither strategy proved successful.

For the the first strategy, we figured it take at least thirty minutes to gather them into their cages.  It does not look good when you walk into the Vets thirty minutes late.  One time we did leave a cat home because his evasion tactics caused us to be late. 

The battle begins when I bring up their cages, and my one cat named Jared, a totally Black Cat, sounds off the alarm.  The other two cats scatter to places of assume safety.

Jared, his alias the “Snitch,”  can easily be caught. His petite size makes him portable, and he does not fight back like my older cat, Sneax, a Tan Tabby with a Tom Cat attitude.  Once we put him in the cage, we go after the other two while continues to sound the alarm. 

Next, we try to trap my older cat named Sneax in a room with a door.  We would like to trap him in the dining room because we can get him out from under the table, but he never cooperates.  He runs into the bedroom and under the bed, and the real battle begins. 

Off comes the blankets, mattress, and box spring.  I must tell you that Sneax will not be as easy as Jared because bites when riled u,.  so you have to use rawhide gloves to pick him while the other person has the cage ready.  My wife gets the honors of picking him up because to tell the truth he scares me and besides he likes her better.

Once we have him in the cage, we survey our wrecked bedroom. Mattress and box spring lay scattered about with the blankets lay strewn all over the floor while we persue my youngest cat, Tux.  We call him Tux because his white heart beneath his and Black Fur makes look like is wearing a tux.

Though Tux may not be as fierce as Sneax, his size makes him harder to get in the cage.  Getting all 15 pounds of him through not to big opening can be a feat in itself, especially when he puts his legs out to the sides of the opening, good luck.

Now, I will tell you what happened when we waited a few minutes before the appointments. 

Before the appointed time, and the cats lay sleeping just the perfect situation that you would want.  We Sneax and Tux on the bed and Jared sleeping upstairs on my desk in the Sun.  The circumstances could not be anymore more perfect especially with Jared the “Snitch” not around to alert the other two. 

After I come up form downstairs, not a cat in sight.  We searched every room in the house with no avail. Finally I found all three of them hiding behind a chair in my office upstairs.  Well, at least the closed door prevented their escape while we chase them around my drum set, and through the tangled computer wires. I  finally get them.

Now, I  found a Vet who does house house calls, and what a relief. I get the cats in the dining room close the door wait for the Vet to come.  No more listening to my complain through their meows, I drive them to the Vets. N more having Sneax so riled up that both the Vet and Assistant have wrestle with him.