February 9th, 2009
It was time for our two cats, Sooty and Tia to pay a visit to the vets for the annual check up and vaccinations. As I got the cat baskets ready this morning they could sense something was up. I know this because Tia made a dash for the cat flap to escape the house when she saw me put my coat on. Luckily I was one step ahead of her and had locked it, preventing her escape to the fields outside.
Packed up and looking none too pleased, the cats were on the back seat of the car for the short drive to Stamford Bridge. No problems so far.
Sooty was the first out the basket and was immediately weighed by the vet. Oh dear. Lets just say she takes after both her owners and is now on a prescription diet. Under orders to return in six weeks, if she hasn’t lost weight, she will be enrolled in Fat Cat Class!
Tia was next up and wasn’t too keen to leave the basket. The force of gravity eventually got her out and again after being weighed was also put on a restricted prescription diet. The same Fat Cat Class beckons if she too, hasn’t lost weight in six weeks.
So £200 quid lighter myself and with a car full of special food, we set of home. Sooty was crying quite a bit, but I didn’t think much of it, until I pulled into our drive way and a strange odour filled my car. Lifting the baskets out and opening them so Sooty and Tia could leave respectively, I noted Sootys basket was wet. She had been caught short and peed herself in my car. ….. Thankfully the basket is waterproof and nothing escaped or I might have just turned around and made a return trip to the vets!
Wandering into the kitchen like they do, I could still smell a little something. Approaching Sooty, I could she was wet and had clearly rolled into her own pee. Bath time beckoned and with much crying, twisting and shaking (that was me) she was clean again.
The joy of motherhood……
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