ORMOND BEACH, FL - - I took the Queen to the vet today. This is never fun. Lydia had to work so an hour before the trip we put The Queen into the pet carrier. This gave her an hour to let the rage build. In this pic from last year she is yawning but it's the same 'I want to rip you to pieces' pose she presented to the lady vet and her assistants to show her displeasure at being dragged to a checkup. And she yowled loud enough for everyone in the building to know she wasn't happy. The pupils in her eyes get big as saucers. Exactly like the eyes of the two (young) vet assistants as they tried to get her on the scale. They backed off and The Queen zipped into the pet carrier. She also had a bladder problem...but that worked out as they had to do tests on the urine. The standoff was on: The Queen screeching and huddling inside the carrier and the humans giving her plenty of breathing room. Ten minutes later the vet came back with the lab results and an assistant with a large towel and a pair of gloves which looked suspiciously like those the knights wore into battle in the middle ages.
The test(s) showed that the infection was gone. But, said the vet, "she should really have her rabies shot." She didn't say this with much conviction and the assistant was visibly not looking forward to trying to wrestle a 13.4-lb., de-clawed and highly pissed off cat out of the carrier and holding her for a rump shot. I declined the offer since we have to live with The Queen. Two hours at home and a few kitty treats later she had calmed down. I'm not so sure about the vet assistants.
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