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!