Today was Visit the Veterinarian Day.
It’s an annual tradition of torture for both humans and all three cats.
Well, two cats this year.
L doesn’t listen very well.
Several weeks ago, I brought the cat crates out of the attic and into the bedroom so the cats wouldn’t flip out on sight. So far, so good.
This morning, knowing how our cats function, I suggested that Joule (my side-kick) be the first cat to be put in a crate and to let me do it. If she saw or heard the others crated, she’d be put on high alert.
Let me reiterate, L doesn’t listen very well.
He crated Sagan first “because Sagan was the easiest to crate”. No joke. Sagan is a teddy bear that just looks like a cat. He even purred today while getting his shots.
This put Joule on high alert and she started to avoid L like the creepy catnapper he is.
She opened the bathroom door – seriously, this cat is a ninja – and hid in there with me while I was brushing my teeth and hubs was crating Sagan. I ratted her out though. Thankfully, she doesn’t speak human yet…yet.
L came and catnapped her.
Again, L doesn’t listen.
When I snitched on her, I suggested he bring the crate to the bathroom because there was literally nowhere for her to hide except behind the toilet. Oh no, he’d manage her just fine.
(Backstory: When Joule was a kitten, he tried for months to keep the animals out of certain rooms. He’s an engineer and would work up very elaborate locks and systems to fool her. It never failed that he’d come upstairs smug as can be and triumphantly declare that he’d beaten her, only to have her join us in a few minutes…or once, she beat him upstairs because she’d went another way while he was trying to rig up his way of locking her out. She bruised his ego in a huge way and he finally gave up.)
A minute later, the FCC would have rained down fines galore upon us for the amount of screamed obscenities.
L not only failed to get Joule into her crate…he lost her completely.
Joule had grabbed ahold of the edge of the crate, launched herself back out of it, and rocketed downstairs to the laundry room.
She then jumped onto the counter and climbed straight up BEHIND the corner cabinet and into the pipe channels that run all through our house.
Little kitty ninjaed her way between the walls and floors of our house.
L couldn’t find her at all. Joule didn’t have to go to the vet today.
When we got back from the vet, I went in the house first and called for her. Joule came out of hiding, no problem, calm as can be.
We hung out on the bed and she got some snuggles and was purring up a storm. She’s my baby, after all.
I called L after a few minutes and let him know all was well – he’d been worried she was trapped in the walls, I figured she went up in them so quickly she knew perfectly well what she was doing – and that he and the dogs could come inside.
I already had my phone out and managed to capture a photo of the exact second he opened the door and came in the house.
She’s definitely not a fool. XD
She immediately went back into hiding, ghosting from room to room wherever I went. L didn’t see her until after he took a nap this evening and I guess she deemed him harmless again.
The other two did fairly well at their appointments.
Tesla just had a checkup to make sure her happy pills are keeping her a happy, harmonious kitty.
Maybe a bit too happy and snuggly at times.
This is where she is right now. Literally.
She’s not even my cat. She much prefers L to me but she’ll take whatever attention she can get.
…and Sagan had a full round of shots, so he’s been even more of a sleepy teddy bear. He is more of my cat, though he’s also an equal opportunity lover of all. He’ll just as happily snuggle a guest or purr for the vet.
But he spent most of his evening doing this and I didn’t have the heart to move him (helps that my ankle is STILL swollen and aching — it has been almost 8 weeks, heal already!!!). He has a way of making me feel loved. 😛