9:25 p.m. - 2005-01-17
My Trip to the Vet in Blindingly Boring Detail
So I called the other day to make an appointment to get my pussy shaved.
God, you guys.
Okay, okay. It's not like I didn't suggest to Darren that he call and ask if they'd shave his wife's pussy. Wouldn't that be a great prank? I'm totally sure they've never heard that one before, too.
Anyway, they had a fantastic appointment time open, and everything was great, and then the lady said I had to bring proof that Packet's rabies shots were up to date.
Oopsie.
So tonight I slapped the leash on Packet, put her in the land yacht, and drove her halfway across Ohio (not really, but it felt like it) to the wonderful folks at the Colerain Animal Hospital. They stay open until 11pm and don't charge anything extra. I *heart* these people.
But more than that, can I tell you how much I *heart* my Packetgirl?
At first, she was digging the whole "getting out of the house" deal. For like, 5 whole minutes (while the car was warming up). Once the car started moving, she moved to her old perch on my shoulder. Last time she sat there comfortably, she was 6 months old. She's almost 12 lbs now. It's not the same.
Then she started singing that sad, pathetic "cat in a car" song, so I pulled over and put her in my lap. That helped a lot. She leaned on my arm (just the one I steer with) and watched the lights go by. At one point, I had to pull over and let an ambulance pass, and she sang to the ambulance siren and then stopped after it went away. That was pretty cool. Then she went back to being a plain old, freaked-out cat.
And because I'm so forgetful and disorganized, I had to stop for gas. She sat in the passenger seat while I waited for the land yacht to fill up (a gazillion thanks to my sister for that Shell gift card), and I walked around to the window to look at her and play the blinky game. She said, "Meow."
I got back in the car after fueling and she climbed back in my lap, and by the time we got to the vet, she was shivering. Poor baby.
In the vet's office, she was quiet, and she kept hiding her face in my arm like an ostrich (not that I've ever held an ostrich) (unless you count the time I picked up an ostrich steak at Jungle Jim's). The vet's name was Dr Tsao, but he looked just like a young Mr Miyagi. Packet didn't like him one bit. I had to cover her head with my jacket so that he could give her the shot, but thankfully he did combine the rabies and cat leukemia shots into one.
Then we got back into the car and took the short way home (didn't have to stop for gas). She was quieter on the way back, and just sat in my lap, leaning on my arm. And like she's done before, she started perking up as I turned onto Andover. How does she know? Seriously.
We got back in the house, I took her leash off, and she came upstairs for some water. I fed her and she actually bonked my arm just like she always does despite the scary ordeal I'd just put her through. Amazing! She never forgives me this quickly.
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