Ninja Kitty Goes to the Vet

Yesterday was vet day for our dog Chaos and cat Yoda. Chaos was a little nervous, but did fine. She needs to lose four pounds, however. This wasn't a surprise, though I was happy hubby was with me to hear that. Let's just say there's a reason Chaos hangs out in the kitchen when hubby's cooking!

Yoda, however, did not have a good day. It started out a little noisily when he pulled down the curtains from the bathroom. The noise startled all the cats and me. (This is not the first time it's happened, either. He's been doing it since he was little. He's two now.) He spent the rest of the morning trying to figure out if he was in trouble or not, instead of napping. The one good thing about this is I always knew where he was. Often this isn't the case since he's a Ninja Kitty and has stealth movements and hiding places mastered.

Getting him into the cat carrier was not easy. It took multiple tries. He's a big, strong cat who fought me every step of the way. But I'm bigger so I won.

Yoda never makes a sound. He doesn't meow or anything. Well, on the drive to the vet, he was meowing. He was curled against the back of the carrier with wide eyes. I felt so bad for him. (He's never been outside the house except in a cat carrier. Since he arrived at our house he's been only been to the vet so is not used to any of this.) He's the most timid of all the cats. Whereas Beauty wants to visit with whoever enters the house, Yoda will hide until they leave.

When we arrived he kept himself plastered against the back of the carrier which made carrying it a little tricky. I should have brought the smaller carrier instead of the large one.

Forget Ninja kitty. The poor baby was completely terrified. The definition of a scaredy cat. So scared his temperature was elevated.

The vet tech told me I could let him run around in the exam room while we waited for the vet. I placed Yoda on the floor. He cowered and began searching. I had no idea what he was looking for, but soon realized he wanted to find a hiding place.

Guess what?

He found one.

Somehow he managed to squeeze himself into a crevice between the exam cabinet, a fire extinguisher and a computer printer. He was wedged in there good. I couldn't see his head, only a little bit of his tail and bottom. Getting him out of there was not easy, either.

But he survived his exam. He was a good kitty while the vet checked him and gave him a vaccine. And this time I had no trouble getting him back in his cat carrier.

Back home, he bolted out of it like a cannon ball. I didn't see him for a couple of hours, but then he joined me on the bed while I was reading my page proofs. He curled up and purred.

I'm really glad his appointments are only once a year!