On Saturday, the nice lady that feeds me decided to try something different. First, she warned me. As she left in the morning she said, "I'll be back at 11 - please be here" I obliged. When she got back she was in a hurry so I went from glorious freedom to being put in a tiny jail. The only good part was that there was a towel in my cell and I was able to burrow into it and hide my face. I decided I'd rather do that and then look up and give her a pitiful look every once in awhile. I did save her sanity by not meowing all the way there - it's the least I can do considering she's been feeding me.
We had to wait FOREVER in a small room that everyone kept calling "the vet." I got a little antsy, and the lady had to chase me all over the room. I especially liked knocking the books down on the windowsill so I could look out the window. Scaling the side of the computer was also a plus.
After about forty five minutes the vet came in and she started poking at me. She rubbed my tummy and my ears and said "oh he's soooooo pretty!" over and over again. And then she looked in my ears. They were icky, but she said she didn't see any mites. But since I had flea dirt (ew!) they were going to give me Revolution anyway - which would get rid of mites if I did have them. Either way, if it got her to stop sticking that thing in my ears, then I'm all for it.
Then two mean people came in to do a test. They held me down and took my blood! and I FREAKED the hell out! That was NOT FUN. (what was the lady thinking?!) After that they said I was Leukemia and FIV negative and then they gave me two shots. With needles! and poke some pills in my beak.
I think they might have been sleeping pills because I fell asleep after that. I even slept through a trip to Petco! I woke up feeling a little dizzy because I was sleeping on my face the whole time. The lady said I looked awfully cute though.
All in all, I don't think I want to do this "vet" thing EVER EVER again.
Because Jack was given a clean bill of health (and revolution and dewormer) he was able to come in the house. There has been minimal incident ...but there has been some general crankiness.
(Clyde hissed at Jack and Jack fell over - I have the feeling that's a very good thing and Clyde can't feel threatened by him for too long if he continues to cooperate. ha!)
Look how fun snack time is when you're all together! And look how suspicious everyone looks!
I think Clyde will get along with Jack seeing as they are both neat freaks.