The Dreaded Vet Visit

by Chrissy

Smokey and I had a Vet appointment last Monday at 5:30. Here's how that day went.

Smokey really acted up at the vets. He had his mouth open and HISSED fearfully. Smokey was good while being weighed, but didn't like it when the girl attendant tried to take his temperature. She finally gave up and said they'd do that when the vet came in. He was fine while we waited and also gave him some time to cool down.

But when Dr. Nick and the gal came back, he started hissing again. He not only was up and down off of the examination table, but on the area where they keep their supplies - getting hair all over everything, of course, and even knocked some things off. :)

I was a good girl, they managed to check me and do my nails. But they got another gal in for Smokey. The three of them were at the vet's counter, trying to move him to the exam table. It was so funny. I wished I had a movie camera. Dog biscuits etc. were flying off the counter. They were able to give Smokey his shot - but had to put on a leather cone shaped muzzle in order to do his nails and held him with a quilted blankie. It was just so funny.

Smokey

After everything had been done, the gal asked the vet if he wanted to take his temperature since she hadn't been able to do it. He said, "No" and mumbled something about his temp would be elevated anyway. :)

As I said, we are big kitties. I am almost 13. Smokey weighs 20 pounds. Of course, he needs to go on a diet, but the vet said an optimum weight for him would be 17 or 18. He has BIG paws. He's really sweet at home and I think he's just a big baby. :))

When we got home (about 6:30 PM), Mom fed us and did some stuff around the house. Smokey and I were just hanging around in the kitchen. Smokey walked into a lower cupboard which has a side area useless for storage - as you can't reach anything in there. I got into another cupboard. Mom got a little supper, looked in each closet to be sure that we were out, and closed the door.

Mom ate supper and went to bed. She took me into the bedroom and looked for Smokey, but she decided he'd probably gone under the bed - to be safe from any more trips to the vet. However when she was in bed we heard a "thump, thump, thump". And yes - when she went to the kitchen and opened the cupboard, there was Smokey - trapped in the cupboard by his own mom. :))

She fed him and patted him and he rubbed against her legs. No grudges, just love.

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