Gracie here. This week the lady peep took me to the V-E-T. (They think I don’t know it when they spell it but the magic portal to hell came out and was sitting on the living room floor. It was just a question of who.)
I was not a happy camper but I did serenade her with my best version of Carmen. Really good and loud. Very loud. Thumping headache loud. We did Carmen over and back and a nice aria inside the vet’s office. There are office cats and I wanted them to know I had arrived. The diva is here! For eight pounds I can deliver!
The vet does weird things but this trip wasn’t too bad. No stick up my butt (seriously, don’t you do flowers and dinner before you get so personal?) and she didn’t check my ears (which are perfect).
There was some discussion on my picky eating and frequent barfing. It was so sterile. There was no talk about how well I could place it and over how many surfaces at once. My barfs are Olympic worthy. I like the waterfall version. You start on top of something. Chairs with a cloth seat are best. It rolls down the leg and onto the floor. Score!
The vet tried to pry my mouth open. I’m well known for not letting people looking inside my mouth. It’s even marked on my file. She did a side peek and said gingivitis. What in the blazes is that? My chompers are just fine!
At the end they did a blood draw. A tech named Dracula did that. Seriously, again an invasive procedure with no sushie or nip to court me first. A head scritch doesn’t cut it.
We’re waiting for results but there may be a dental procedure in my future. I’m going to practice a few more songs for that trip. Suggestions welcome.
I’m so sorry Gracie! I hope the blood work will reveal something very simple that won’t require more vet visits! And you probably should no that your lady peep doesn’t like taking you to the vet either. Good luck to you both!
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We have to give her meds for 5 days. Day 1 did not go well.
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I think giving a pet meds is an incredibly stressful job. Good luck. 😦
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Still as funny as ever!
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Vet day, sigh! I hate them.
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Gracie – that just might be your funniest and most descriptive blog yet!
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Why thanks! Personal experiences always make the best blogs but I prefer if another cat goes to the vet and tells me about it.
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HA!
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Gracie – you are a comedienne and this post made me laugh out loud, especially the description of your artistic way of barfing, as opposed to just any old way, along with the expected/preferred prelude to a rectal thermometer. Go ahead and sing your protests as much as you want ‘cuz at least us humans used to get a lollypop after such an ordeal when we were young like you and went to the doc and that definitely trumps a mere head scritch.
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Thanks Aunty Linda! I am a funny cat! Sometimes. When I’m not barfing.
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Keep brushing your teeth and you’re free of all docs pestering you Gracie!
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Gracie, It sounds like Kate does not appreciate your love of a good car concert. I get it; we sing much better when we’re alone. Girl, as for that dental procedure, it might seem a bit much, but you will be so happy when it’s done.
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I sing like Ethel Merman or so they say. Big lungs.
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Hahah
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Oh my, the songs. Louis Catorze knows the songs. He once encouraged another cat in the waiting room to enter into an aggressive rap battle with him.
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OMG! That must have been hysterical!
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It was excruciating. And he did it again today. Full details coming in Wednesday’s Le Blog. 😩😩😩
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Can’t wait!
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Gracie – hope you don’t need a dental procedure, but it sounds like you are getting a command performance ready just in case. It was so nice of you to serenade the lady peep and the V-E-T!
Kate, hope you are over the car ride and singing 🙂
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There will be another round for the dental. How lucky am I?
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Ugh – so sorry to hear that!
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She is too.
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Sorry, Gracie! I think well-placed barf might let her know exactly how you feel about these vet visits! And that is a nice pic of the IT couple. You should do a montage of them for valentines day!
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They are so disgusting with their smoochy-smoochy. Eyuk!
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Hey Gracie – I’m glad that you survived the vet trip. I don’t blame you for wanting to practice a few more songs for your dental procedures trip. Did you know that you could search for “most annoying songs” on Google or Youtube? It’s true! And to save you some time, here is one that the Peeps are sure to love. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_IS_ccjkZE. If you give it a try, let me know what they think! 😀
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That is pretty annoying. I didn’t even know what a narwhal is! Yep, gotta learn it!
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Sorry you had to go to the vet. I hope your blood work is OK.
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Blood work pretty good. No biggies but there was an elevated level that needs some meds.
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I must admit .. I love your Barfs too. Don’t tell the lady peep 😉
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I do it with class and style. It’s as if it was a yoga barf.
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🤣
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Well, Gracie, the ordeal is over and you are home. Oh, and there is nothing wrong with letting everyone know what you are thinking and how you are feeling. Just don’t growl or hiss. That is just bad manners.
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They make take me back for a dental. Yuk!
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Yeah, Teddy had to have his teeth cleaned. He was not happy, but I think he knows it was a good thing.
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I had a tooth pulled about a year ago. It was hanging loose and I wouldn’t let the peeps touch it because it would have come out easily. I went to the vet. She touched it and it came out. $200 please! I laughed all the way home!
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That $200 could gotten lots of treats or toys or beds or cat trees…I could go on. But you get it right?
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The peep said it was a lot of Starbucks!
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I love your description of your singing. I don’t care for opera, so I’d just as soon not hear you. Sorry if that offends you.
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I can try a gospel song but it won’t be good!
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A Waterfall Barf……….. I’m still chuckling. So funny (but not really for the Peeps, especially over new furniture and carpets.) Hope all is well Gracie. You keep singing sweetheart.
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I mostly sing in the car. Not a fan. I chirp at home.
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Haha
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Gracie, you endure the indignities of a V-E-T visit with poise. I admire your ability to sing opera and hope that any upcoming dental procedure goes smoothly, like a love aria.
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I’m hoping the peep forgets about it. My chompers are just fine! Maybe I should try some Led Zeppelin for fun!
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Gracie, if you didn’t get the butt spear you did pretty good. I guess the stealing of your blood wasn’t a joy but all and all you did good getting out of there. Did you sing going home?
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I forgot… nice of you to include a click of the lovers! It does make me smile.
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I sang all the way until we pulled into our driveway. I did pretty good too. The peep kept saying not so loud they’ll think I’m killing you! hehe
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Oh Gracie, you cracked me up describing your Olympic performance. I can picture the waterfall a little bit too much. Sorry about the dental hiccup. Perhaps you might take a look at Puccini’s “O Mio Babbino Caro.” That can be a real barn burner when done right. 😼
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Oh I like burning barns!
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A serenade, a lament, a “there had better be treats” unheeded? oh, my.
At least they didn’t get too personal this time. (After Molly’s last trip to the vet and she learned that the “ginger-ish” word wasn’t about spices, she has decided to never open her mouth at the vet again…perfectly able to snarl and grumble through her nose.
Paws up in solidarity!
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Poor Molly! Dentals are the worst! (said by Gracie)
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Uhoh on the dental stuff Gracie BUT you’d rather have a cleaning than a removal so just keep on singing! Teddy doesn’t scream on the way to vet but he’s not quiet either. Sounds more like a “save me they’re trying to kill me” yell. Fortunately the vet is only ten minutes away. He’s a perfect angel AT the vet – it’s to and fro that aren’t very entertaining for the humans.
Hugs, Pam
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Nope, I’m not good at the vet, on the way or the way back until I recognize the street I live on. I don’t want to be abandoned again!
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Can’t blame you with that…..those are the things that haunt us forever.
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The peeps say they’d never do that but I like to test them.
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Oh yes, my Teddy likes opera singing too. Good name for the carrier!
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It is a portal to hell. I never go in. Sasha hopped in to make sure there wasn’t a treat there but then hopped out. She’s kind of dumb.
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Yep, my kitty Misty also sings opera and does her best songs at the vet’s office. Funny how that portal to hell morphs into a portal to heaven when the vet is finished. LOL Funny post.
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I have four cats. All weigh almost twice as much but no one is as loud! Yeah, about that portal….
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Song rec for next time: “Memory” from CATS, of course.
Did they put you in the kevlar bag in order to draw blood?
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I don’t know what it was. More like iron maiden.
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Good luck, Gracie . . . you’ve got a way with words.
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I’m a writah you know!
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The magic portal to hell….too funny! Thank you for lots of laughs this morning. I needed that!!
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Glad my misery made you smile. I can make a recording for you.
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Not necessary, but thank you so much for offering!
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