I wouldn't want to make a bet on which of you the time between now and the
30th will be the hardest. I don't know how she usually behaves when you go
away, but I suspect that, although she may sulk for a day or two, she'll be
so grateful to you for rescuing her from that place, she'll forget you're
the one who took her there. Also, at least you won't be the one giving her
a bath.

--

Joy

No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of
masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. - Leo Dworken

"jmcquown" wrote in message
...
She was being a stinker this morning. Doesn't matter how hard I try to be
nonchalant, it's just another day, she knows something is afoot. So she
hid under the sofa in the living room. I had to use a broom to get her
out. Then she ran into the den and hid behind the sofa. I closed the
door, but I had to move the sofa bed (that sucker is heavy!). Then I got
to chase her around the room for a while. Of course she was protesting
the entire time. I finally managed to grab her and get her to the carrier.

I went next door and my neighbor was waiting to drive us. Okay, now she
really didn't understand. Why am I in the back seat of her car? Where
are we going? Why are we still driving after all this time? (It's a
two-hour trip there and back.) She cried and cried, which was to be
expected. But she was so upset she threw up her breakfast about halfway
there. Lynn pulled off on a side road and I cleaned up the mess as best I
could with tissues. But she got sick again right before we got to the
clinic. So when I took her inside I told them about it and said she'd
probably need to be cleaned up a bit. They whisked her off while I filled
out paperwork (and of course paid the bill for the radioactive treatment;
I pay for her boarding when I pick her up on 4/30).

Then we met with the vet who showed me the isolation room and the
cage/kennel where she'll be staying this week. There happens to be
another cat who was brought in earlier that day who will be in the cage
next to her. But the way they have it set up, they can't see each other,
only hear each other. I was told after a week she'll be moved to a larger
kennel in the main boarding facility. (It didn't occur to me until I got
home to wonder how that is possible since she's not supposed to be around
other cats for 2 weeks after the treatment. Hmmmm.)

I figured I'd bring her Sherpa bag home and clean it out and put the
fleece liner in the washing machine. The clinic staff said saying just
leave it there and they'd take care of it. They'd already put the liner
in the washer. That way it will be there when I come back to bring her
home. (It better be! Those Sherpa bags aren't cheap!) Anyway, I feel
like she's in good hands. The vet ordered the radioactive iodine as soon
as I checked in and was going to administer it around noon.

But the vet tech mentioned they were going to have to give Persia a BATH.
OMG, she's going to kill me when she gets home! First I take her on that
really long trip, then she has to get bathed. Then she's staying there
for 3 weeks! Yep, she's going to kill me. Maybe not immediately. But
soon, very soon.

Jill