Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Anticipating Trauma's time for Annual Trauma Day. Cipher (The World's Most Amazing Cat, Screw You if You Don't Agree tm) has an appointment on Monday for her annual physical and shots.

And I'm already a nervous wreck because the event will involve Cipher's nemesis The Carrier. Cipher is deadly afraid of the carrier. She knows when she sees it that bad is about to happen. She is about to be snatched from her happy home, put into a cage, thrust into a huge car and then taken to a cold steel table where a strange man will put a thermometer up her butt.

Can't say I blame her for being terrified of the whole process.

She'll handle it fairly well -- better than I, in fact. And once she gets home and has her favorite tuna for dinner she'll settle down and be fine. For but the hour and a half the whole thing takes she's a very uncertain and unhappy kitty and I feel like I'm sending my baby off to war.

Yeah, I'm a crazy cat lady.


Kittie Howard said...

Oh, I really enjoyed your blog. My cat, Chena, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge afteer 21 beautiful years, also hated the carrier and would Hiss and Growl and really carry on, then be as docile as could be at the vet's. I never said how we got there, her yelling all the way, 'cause they wouldn't have believed me...sorry to go on, but your blog triggered warm memories...Thank you!

Decca said...

Thanks, Kittie. Oh how we love our cats. Cipher just meows piteously in the car, no hissing or growling. Just a cat-load of guilt.

Fo said...

It that one special pathetic meow Cipher has that gets me every time, the one she pulls out only when normal meowing doesn't get results, the one that says "why are you doing this to me?"

And then she's fine five minutes later.