Little Madam is in a Taking
Jan. 6th, 2022 04:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
arkessianWe had the annual pilgrimage to the vets today, for jabs.
Little Madam (Dance, to the vet) did not approve of the freezing air as she was shuttled to the car. Nor did she approve of the car noise, and not being allowed to exit her basket. Consequently she arrived in a bit of a snit.
Matters did not approve when she was once again pronounced 'podgy', unfortunately before the vet attempted to inspect her teeth. No (well, not much) blood was drawn. A thorough irrigation of the wound and a sticking plaster later, a wrestling match (her, me and the vet) resulted in her vaccination being accomplished. At which point she jumped off the table and proceeded to explore the room without a care in the world. A few languorous stretches on the floor displaying her (more than ample) belly and then she found the sink and sat in it, perfectly happy, to the vet's astonishment. (The vet had wanted to put her back in her basket so she 'felt safe and would settle' but I advocated letting her wander, and as always - hah - I was right)
Boycat (Spirit, to the vet) was laid back as always -- he mostly wanted to climb onto the vet's shoulder and love her. Noisily and heavily. The vet pronounced him 'perfect'.
Which with hindsight Little Madam did not appreciate. We returned home, and she started hissing and swiping at anything that came near. Boycat, the lodger, even me...
No further injuries have been incurred but we're all giving her a wide berth for now.
Little Madam (Dance, to the vet) did not approve of the freezing air as she was shuttled to the car. Nor did she approve of the car noise, and not being allowed to exit her basket. Consequently she arrived in a bit of a snit.
Matters did not approve when she was once again pronounced 'podgy', unfortunately before the vet attempted to inspect her teeth. No (well, not much) blood was drawn. A thorough irrigation of the wound and a sticking plaster later, a wrestling match (her, me and the vet) resulted in her vaccination being accomplished. At which point she jumped off the table and proceeded to explore the room without a care in the world. A few languorous stretches on the floor displaying her (more than ample) belly and then she found the sink and sat in it, perfectly happy, to the vet's astonishment. (The vet had wanted to put her back in her basket so she 'felt safe and would settle' but I advocated letting her wander, and as always - hah - I was right)
Boycat (Spirit, to the vet) was laid back as always -- he mostly wanted to climb onto the vet's shoulder and love her. Noisily and heavily. The vet pronounced him 'perfect'.
Which with hindsight Little Madam did not appreciate. We returned home, and she started hissing and swiping at anything that came near. Boycat, the lodger, even me...
No further injuries have been incurred but we're all giving her a wide berth for now.
