On Friday, I had to take one of my kittens to the vet. He had some weird thing going on with his eyes, and it freaked me out a bit.
First of all, who knew they had a third eyelid? That is rhetorical. I sure didn't. Anyhow, that was what was going on.
A while ago, I read that when you bring your cat to the vet, it is good if you have your cat in a carrier. There might be dogs, and as we all know, dogs don't like cats and vice versa.
Dogs have a tendency to win, too. Especially those ones that really don't like cats.
I was glad that I followed that advice when I got there, as there was a lady in a pickup truck with a big ol' German Shepherd in the back parked right next to the front door.
I take my cat in, and fill out all the paperwork and out comes a guy with an extension cord. I thought he was working on the door.
As it turns out, he wasn't. He was the vet and he had a shaver to run out there to the truck.
Then, I notice a lady sitting on the bench just sobbing her heart out. I thought the dog got hit by a car.
Again, I was wrong. The dog was old and had arthritis. It was so bad, the dog could no longer walk and turned on its owners it was in such pain.
The vet had to put it to sleep right there in the back of the pickup truck.
That was horrible, let me tell ya. Never, ever do I want to have to witness something like that again. Next thing you know, I'm sitting there crying right along with the owners and the vet and the nurse.
Also, I guess I had just missed my sister in law, who had her cat in right before. She was telling me about the dog in the back of the truck, only she didn't know the end of the story. Ugh. Those poor people have been on my mind all weekend long.
Still don't know what's wrong with my cat, but apparently it's not life threatening. I am supposed to gather a stool sample and carry it in there for them to analyze, but figuring out which is his is turning out to be a bit problematic right now.
I got another kitten a couple of weeks ago for my son. He wanted a dog, but I got drunk and told him the truth about taking care of dogs and talked him into a kitten. Wish I'd have figured out to do that sooner. So, I went to the shelter and got another sweety.
Hell, I didn't know the first cat was lonely until I brought her home. The first day was a bit rough as he wasn't sure what she was and got all upset. I mean, hissing and growling upset.
After a couple of days, though, they are best buds. They are so cute when they curl up and take a nap together.