Sasha had her first veterinarian visit since her adoption this week. How did she do?
Keep on talking — She sings the song of her people like an 800 pound gorilla unless someone else is talking. Maybe it’s courtesy. She doesn’t talk over anyone. All the way to the vet I talked in a continuous stream of nonsense. I explained what all the warning lights on the dash meant. I even dished some dirt on people she knew. Kept her quiet until…
You have to get out of the car at some point — From exiting the car until settling in the reception area she did an aria from Carmen. I’m pretty sure it was Habanero. She has quite the pipes. When she was in the examining room the vet ask if she was the singer. What could I say? I am a proud helicopter cat mom! I bragged!
Say what? — The vet said she has nice teeth (all good opera singers do) but it would be good to brush them or give her dental chews. I value my life too much to attempt to brush so dental chews it was. She enjoyed chewing the first one. All the rest she swallowed whole. I don’t think that’s quite the concept.
She got her shots; I got my mocha latte; and we were good to go. Whadda cat!
My hooligans only sing in the car π They’re well behaved at the vet! π
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All depends. They all sing in the car. There are a few tunes in the waiting room. In the exam room they are very quiet and well behaved. Hard to believe they are the same cats.
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LOL! So glad you both got through it OK π
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I hope the trip to the Vet isn’t too long a drive? An aria from Carmen would be a little unsettling to me, too, if trying to drive! Glad to know Sasha is in good health, though! All shots up to date and maybe no further veterinary trips for a while! π
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She didn’t sing on the drive over but after I stopped talking. Fortunately the trip is only 10 minutes. I think the vet should give me something to calm my nerves!
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Bijou, Her Calico Highness, AKA Mrs. Fluffy Pants, is nearly always quiet UNTIL you pick her up or put her in a cage. Then she is EXTREMELY vocal. Angry Vocal. Her indignation at having her royal person manhandled and then caged is righteous and strong.
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As a royal cat, I would expect no less from her!
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I’m right there with you, can’t possibly fathom brushing a cat’s teeth. Doing dogs is bad enough, though they have become more tolerant with doing it using coconut oil.
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Perhaps if you start when they are very young but all my cats are adults. They’d kill me.
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Well you won’t dread it the next time. So, the dental chews didn’t work, so you have to brush Sasha’s teeth then?
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No, Sasha will have to take care of her own teeth!
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Who but you could make a visit to the vet into an amusing post!
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I didn’t make it amusing. It was amusing. Dang cat!
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Sasha is a sweetie! That is just what cats do on the way to the vet. She is lucky to have found a good home. Glad she has good teeth and talent!
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If only I could monetize that!
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Haha. Sasha the singer. My dog swallows the dental chews pretty-much whole, too. Have a nice weekend.
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I talked to the vet today and she suggested a dog product (jerky?) that is bigger and she will have to chew.
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Great. Thanks. π
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At least Sasha would know what was up with the car if the warning lights lit up. Shots for HER, mocha latte for you, that sounds correct. Z didn’t sing, she panted… Ida preferred singing. Three of our cats were only too happy to get in the car, they knew that a hamburger or a vanilla ice cream cone were part of the car experience. Before we knew better. I am glad all is well with Sasha.
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Peace and quiet again reigns.
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I love that you have an operatic cat! I find it amazing how loud those animals can be when they want to let you know what’s what. She made an impression on you which probably was her point.
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She has a little squeaky voice except when it comes to the carrier and car. Then it’s the 800 lb. gorilla voice.
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What an exciting day for both of you. I’m glad it was a success, despite the arias!
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The mocha was delightful! π
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At least she didn’t poop in the carrier like Millie does every single time. π
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I have to tell you this story. When I was an older teen, we had to take our cat to the vet. Back then (60s) this was unusual. They didn’t get shots. You took them in when they were sick. We didn’t have a carrier so my mother came along to hold her in the car. I went in jeans and a tee-shirt. My mother dressed up with her good raincoat and chastised me for the way I dressed. My cat pooped on her on the way over. Fortunately it was a hard turds but I laughed so hard I damn near peed myself. We bought a carrier.
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What a great laugh this morning. I could just picture you explaining the lights to her. My cat Reboot, used to go into Opera mode late at night. Turned out her thyroid was off. Finally, got her some medicine and the concerts ended.
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Fortunately none of the cats sing at night at the moment. I had two that developed kitty dementia and sang at 3 a.m.
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” I explained what all the warning lights on the dash meant. I even dished some dirt on people she knew.” I’ll have to remember that. Sometimes I run out of things to say on the way to/from the vet! It’s only a couple miles, but still…
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I know. Sometimes I sing a song. That will work too.
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Good job, Sasha! I have cats that both yowl and escape carriers. It is imperative to find a vet less than a mile away, yet hard to find a good one.
The dogs sing on the way to the vet also, only it goes like this, “Let me in the car/ Oh I love the vet’s/ They have a big treat jar/ And give me all the pets!”
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Dogs are definitely different. I need a close by vet too and I’m lucky to have two really good ones close by. If I had to drive a half hour in all that racket (even my own chatter), I’d need a straight jacket.
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I miss Tigger.
I do NOT miss taking Tigger to the Vet . . . where the Vet Techs had to use leather gloves to handle him during the exam.
Glad you and Sasha managed OK.
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She is not hard to handle at all. She just sings when she’s in the car. Unfortunately it rattles my nerves!
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I sing in the car too! π
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I do too but only to the oldies!
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Maybe Sasha was an opera star in her previous life!
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She may have been. She’s not really a diva (that title still belongs to Jake) but she can sing.
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Oh I don’t brush our cats’ teeth, either! My big dog with canines the size of my little finger, sure, daily. The unpredictable cats with their unpredictable moods? Nope.
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You can try dental treats but…
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Hah! This post made me smile and chuckle. “Sings the song of her people”….very rich
I can just picture you spouting “nonsense” the whole way so Sasha can’t get a word…er…lyric in edgewise. π
Deb
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I’m glad I figured that out. To some extent it works for the other cats too. they are not yelling when they are listening. Mostly.
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This was a laugh out loud post … only because I can relate. Theo too carries on like his life is about to end in a terrible fiery drama. Good grief – at his age you’d think he would know better.
Yes, and I too talk an endless stream of nonsense all the way there and back to try and get him to settle down.
Sometimes cats are so uncool.
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They know how to press our buttons. Afterward they get special treatment and treats even if they weren’t good.
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In Theo’s case, it almost always ends in a ‘bath’ since he usually soils himself in the carrier on the way home. Afterwards he purrs like a motorboat.
He has the whole passive-aggressive thing down to a fine art.
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When Jake got old, he always peed on the way over. I have a towel in the carrier and an extra to change at the vet.
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Theo usually waits for the trip home – it almost seems like an act of rebellion.
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Or their can’t control it because of excitement?
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hmmm – hadn’t thought of that.
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I’ve never heard of dental chews…interesting. Happy Friday!
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Hard, crunch big kibble that’s supposed to clean the teeth but they have to chew them! They have them for dogs too.
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SO I assume the ride home was Carmen-less? Going to the vet seems to take the air out of the aria doesn’t it. Thankfully.
Pam
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You are right. The poking and prodding takes the stuffings out of them. They are so grateful to get back into the carrier (yes, the one they didn’t want to get into in the first place) and ride home mostly in silence. Jake was the only cat who did opera on both trips. He was so loud that I really need a tranquilizer to take him!
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