The TED visit

I was so anxious that Boyfie should not get a clue about it that I waited
outside for Claire to arrive with Tigger so she didn't ring the doorbell.
Unfortunately she was late as Tigger had done the star shaped thing and she
couldn't get him into his carrier for ages.
I told her not to speak as we went in so he wouldn't know she was there.
His box was still in his bedroom, so no clue there.

Boyfie was on his duvet. When I picked him up he clung on to it with his
claws for dear life. I got downstairs with him and Claire went upstairs to
get his box. Crafty eh? We bundled him into it.
Both boys meowed their heads off during the 20 minute drive.

All went well. They get checked over - teeth, heart, abdominal palpation
etc as part of the service and both were declared perfect. I took the
opportunity to take Boyfie's Stronghold spot on capsule with me so it could
all get done in one fell swoop and poor Simon doesn't have to do it again so
it gets his nice-man status up again.
Boyfie did flat kitty on the table and it was his turn to leave sweaty
pawprints on the table like Tigger did last year. I wish he could
understand it is all for his own good.
Tigger dealt with it better. He's a much bolder cat and he actually purred
when TED stroked him. His turn was second and I'n sure Boyfie (back in his
box) said to him "are you stupid, or what?"

Boyfie started clawing at the front of his box when we arrived home and he
saw his own front door ahead. He was a bit off with me for a couple of
hours but now I am totally forgiven.

Tweed

On 8/29/2012 8:20 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
I was so anxious that Boyfie should not get a clue about it that I waited
outside for Claire to arrive with Tigger so she didn't ring the doorbell.
Unfortunately she was late as Tigger had done the star shaped thing and she
couldn't get him into his carrier for ages.
I told her not to speak as we went in so he wouldn't know she was there.
His box was still in his bedroom, so no clue there.

Boyfie was on his duvet. When I picked him up he clung on to it with his
claws for dear life. I got downstairs with him and Claire went upstairs to
get his box. Crafty eh? We bundled him into it.
Both boys meowed their heads off during the 20 minute drive.

Ah, yes, the plaintive serenade... Which makes me glad I only live a 5
minute drive from my TED!

All went well. They get checked over - teeth, heart, abdominal palpation
etc as part of the service and both were declared perfect. I took the
opportunity to take Boyfie's Stronghold spot on capsule with me so it could
all get done in one fell swoop and poor Simon doesn't have to do it again so
it gets his nice-man status up again.
Boyfie did flat kitty on the table and it was his turn to leave sweaty
pawprints on the table like Tigger did last year. I wish he could
understand it is all for his own good.
Tigger dealt with it better. He's a much bolder cat and he actually purred
when TED stroked him. His turn was second and I'n sure Boyfie (back in his
box) said to him "are you stupid, or what?"

Ernie & Tennessee (RB) want to EXPLORE the TED office - they want
nothing to do with this well-being checkup and shots thing! The others
cower, with Lizzie and Bettie 2 of the "I wanna hid in your armpit" head
to me...

Boyfie started clawing at the front of his box when we arrived home and he
saw his own front door ahead. He was a bit off with me for a couple of
hours but now I am totally forgiven.

Tweed


Rosie & Ping had their checkups last week (Ping is Siamese, so his
singing to me was ultra loud), and they both passed their exams,
altho9ugh Rosie could stand to lose more weight, and she stayed a couple
hours at TED to get her 2nd haircut of the year (she is long haired and,
um, extra-fluffy, so she gets a bit messy in the nether-regions -
keeping her hair short and lowering her weight seem to be helping)

They were both miffed at me for a bit, but then Rosie was showing off
her new haircut.


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Judith Latham wrote:

Sootie had to go for her follow up on Tuesday. She was no bother at all. I
think she prefers going to the TED more than visiting my Mom.

"Sootie, we're going to go visit my mom today!"

"Aw, can't we do something more fun, like going to that place where they
poke and prod me and put things in my butt?

So, was she pronounced healthy?

--
Joyce

Cats' hearing apparatus is built to allow the human voice to easily
go in one ear and out the other. -- Stephen Baker

"Judith Latham" wrote in message
...
Sootie had to go for her follow up on Tuesday. She was no bother at all. I
think she prefers going to the TED more than visiting my Mom.

Judith

grin I've never taken a cat visiting elsewhere. Both mine would have
freaked out about being taken from their home into a strange place.
I know some cats don't mind, I once stayed in a hotel in Llandudno with Nora
(the lady down the street) and another guest had her cat with her. The cat
was called Hey-de - her owner was a violin player - Hey diddle diddle the
cat and the fiddle! and Hey-de took staying in a hotel in her stride.
We chose this hotel because they would take pets as we both took our d*gs
with us.
Hey-de was a long-haired black cat and she was really comfortable with
travelling and staying in hotels with her meowmie plus meowmie's mother (who
was about 90) and was dripping with gold and diamonds. They must have done
it all the time. We shared our table with them for all our meals and they
were delightful people.
I can't imagine Boyfie liking me taking him travelling. He's too much of a
big girl's blouse.
However this makes him very gentle and I love him for not slashing me when
he realised he was going to TED.
KFC would have done, no doubt about that. She would have turned into a
whirling dervish with a million claws and wouldn't have minded using them on
me.

Boyfie would never bite or slash me, he's such a kind kitty, so just accepts
"the terrible visitation to get me off my duvet to have needles stuck in
me." He did his best to hang on to his duvet with all his claws - he knew
this would be a bad idea.
Anyway, it's all done for another year phew
I'm happy that he's been checked out and he is great for his age. It seems
just yesterday that he got here as a youngster, but no, he is now 10 years
old.
I wish I could rewind the clock and keep him at 2 or 3 so I never have to
face losing him.
It's a possibility he might outlive me though, but this is taken care of.
I've only ever had three cats. First two - more than grumpy.
Boyfie doesn't have a grumpy bone in his body. He is always charming and
kind. How lucky I am.
TBH, I didn't expect a cat to be so nice. I thought when he arrived he'd be
like the others, and that's why I almost gave him away to a cat charity.
I'm so glad I didn't.
As far as I am concerned he is one of the most fantastic cats in the world.
I never knew a cat that would not scratch me. He would not dream of it,
ever.
KFC would always be charming to visitors, it was only me she was vile to,
maybe because she could.

Tweed

Christina Websell wrote:

Boyfie started clawing at the front of his box when we arrived home and he
saw his own front door ahead. He was a bit off with me for a couple of
hours but now I am totally forgiven.

Thank goodness for the feline short attention span!

Glad he's doing OK.

--
Joyce

Socialism never took root in America because the poor see
themselves not as an exploited proletariat but as temporarily
embarassed millionaires.
--John Steinbeck

"Bastette" wrote in message
...
Christina Websell wrote:

Boyfie started clawing at the front of his box when we arrived home and
he
saw his own front door ahead. He was a bit off with me for a couple of
hours but now I am totally forgiven.

Thank goodness for the feline short attention span!

Glad he's doing OK.

He is now protected from the worse of cat diseases and seems forgotten what
happened and how scared he was.
He is now asleep on his chair. He has a chair of his own along with his
own bedroom. Yes, I know he is spoilt but but why not as he was such a lost
boy.
If it wasn't for KFC agreeing he could come, I dread to think would have
happened to him.
She taught him to hunt. He's not as good as it as she was.

"Bastette" wrote in message
...
Christina Websell wrote:

Boyfie started clawing at the front of his box when we arrived home and
he
saw his own front door ahead. He was a bit off with me for a couple of
hours but now I am totally forgiven.

Thank goodness for the feline short attention span!

Glad he's doing OK.

--
Joyce

One think I've observed about the cats I've known is that they are very
forgiving. Depending on the offence, and the cat, there may be a period of
punishment first, but all the cats I've known have forgiven everything from
pills or subcutaneous fluids to desertion for a few weeks and vet trips.

Joy

Joy wrote:

"Bastette" wrote in message

Thank goodness for the feline short attention span!

One think I've observed about the cats I've known is that they are very
forgiving. Depending on the offence, and the cat, there may be a period of
punishment first, but all the cats I've known have forgiven everything from
pills or subcutaneous fluids to desertion for a few weeks and vet trips.

This is so true. When I give the cats Advantage, Licky acts like I'm
killing him. But 10 minutes later, he's circling and weaving around my
chair, meowing for attention.

--
Joyce

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Someone who listens to the equipment instead of the music.

"Magic Mood Jeep" wrote in message
...
On 8/29/2012 8:20 PM, Christina Websell wrote:
I was so anxious that Boyfie should not get a clue about it that I waited
outside for Claire to arrive with Tigger so she didn't ring the doorbell.
Unfortunately she was late as Tigger had done the star shaped thing and
she
couldn't get him into his carrier for ages.
I told her not to speak as we went in so he wouldn't know she was there.
His box was still in his bedroom, so no clue there.

Boyfie was on his duvet. When I picked him up he clung on to it with his
claws for dear life. I got downstairs with him and Claire went upstairs
to
get his box. Crafty eh? We bundled him into it.
Both boys meowed their heads off during the 20 minute drive.

Ah, yes, the plaintive serenade... Which makes me glad I only live a 5
minute drive from my TED!

All went well. They get checked over - teeth, heart, abdominal palpation
etc as part of the service and both were declared perfect. I took the
opportunity to take Boyfie's Stronghold spot on capsule with me so it
could
all get done in one fell swoop and poor Simon doesn't have to do it again
so
it gets his nice-man status up again.
Boyfie did flat kitty on the table and it was his turn to leave sweaty
pawprints on the table like Tigger did last year. I wish he could
understand it is all for his own good.
Tigger dealt with it better. He's a much bolder cat and he actually
purred
when TED stroked him. His turn was second and I'n sure Boyfie (back in
his
box) said to him "are you stupid, or what?"

Ernie & Tennessee (RB) want to EXPLORE the TED office - they want
nothing to do with this well-being checkup and shots thing! The others
cower, with Lizzie and Bettie 2 of the "I wanna hid in your armpit" head
to me...

Boyfie started clawing at the front of his box when we arrived home and
he
saw his own front door ahead. He was a bit off with me for a couple of
hours but now I am totally forgiven.

Tweed


Rosie & Ping had their checkups last week (Ping is Siamese, so his
singing to me was ultra loud), and they both passed their exams,
altho9ugh Rosie could stand to lose more weight, and she stayed a couple
hours at TED to get her 2nd haircut of the year (she is long haired and,
um, extra-fluffy, so she gets a bit messy in the nether-regions -
keeping her hair short and lowering her weight seem to be helping)

They were both miffed at me for a bit, but then Rosie was showing off
her new haircut.

I love to hear stories like this, thanks MMJ.

There is a vet nearer to me but he is not a nice man. He's Ok with the
animals but his people skills are less than zero. June uses him because he
is cheaper than mine, but it's not worth the saving to me to have your head
bitten off if you ask a simple question. He also has no 24/7 service.
I'd rather pay more to have that, plus all the on-site facilities my vet
provides, like scanners and immediate result X-rays and blood tests that
don't have to be sent away to a lab. If Boyfie became ill at 3 a.m on
Christmas Day, one of the vets on call would be waiting for me at the
surgery when I got there.
Tigger had his argument with a car on a Bank Holiday. My brother phoned me
in a panic but I just said "ring my vet" He said "but it's a holiday" I
said "it doesn't matter"
An hour later Tigger was having his jaw wired and losing his 4 month old
manhood at the same time. TED figured best to do that when he was already
under the anaesthetic, although they don't really like to neuter a boy until
6 months old in ideal circumstances. Poor lad woke up with both ends
hurting, but at least he didn't have to go back later for the snip.

It's worth every penny to me to have veterinary care available round the
clock 365 days a year.
http://www.chinehousevets.co.uk/

Tweed