I got shots!

So on Friday Mom took us to see Dr. VetLady. My appointment went OK, except when I had to get some medicine sprayed up my nose. Now THAT I was determined to avoid! Anyway Dr. VetLady told Mom to hold me tight so they could get to my nose. I fought and fought, then I fought even harder. Then Mom put a choke hold on me and I couldn't move my head anymore, then WHAMO!! Dr. VetLady shoved some Gawd-Awful spray up my shnoozle and that was the end of that.

I hate them all.

But then afterward Dr. VetLady gave me a treat :-) (I don't have the heart to tell Kira that treat was a deworming pill 'cause we didn't have a 'fresh' stool sample to be examined for worms - I'm sure Kira doesn't have worms, but it's better to be safe than sorry).

So my appointment ended fairly quickly; however, Willy's appointment lasted a lot longer and it was freakin' hilarious to watch!

OK, so Willy has is a long-haired cat. And he has a lot of hair. A LOT of hair! Now that he's getting older he doesn't give himself as many baths, or very good ones, so Mom has to brush him all the time. Well, since he spends most of the time sleeping on his sides, his hips/butt area was horribly matted, despite the frequent brushings. Apparently Mom can't trim his nails anymore either, has to do with a horrible misjudgment a few years ago where Mom cut the quick area of the nail and now he won't let her near his feet. I guess the nails were so horribly long, that one was even curled under onto the pad of his foot.

So Willy had to be put in the oxygen box to be knocked out (I coulda done it myself with a hammer...and opposable thumbs) then hooked up to a mask, then he got shaved and had his nails done. Now, I don't much care for Willy (truth is, he scares me a little) but watching him lying there all helpless an' all, while two techs worked on him, well, I have to admit a little part of my heart went out to him. Only a very little part, though.

The rest of me laughed at his helpless ass. Try to hurt me now, weeny-boy! You don't have those sharp claws anymore - I can pass you in the hallway and there's not a whole lot you can do but hiss and yowl. But I can bark and mean it, whereas your hissing and yowling are like your nuts - an empty bag of air! (KIRA!!)

Sorry Mom...but it's funny to see him now, trying to act all tuff an' all!