On Monday, Margaret planned her day to take T.R. to the vet to be "fixed", wormed, anti-rabied, and anti-dystempered. While she was at the Animal Hospital she called me and the converstion went something like this. "Brenda, I think I have the wrong cat!" My response, " What do you mean you have the wrong cat?" Well, during the conversation we finally decided she did indeed have T.R. as there was no other female cat that size at our house. Let me tell you, T.R. did not go without a big cat fight. It seems that Margaret, Jennifer and John all have the battle scratches from Lee's precious T.R. She fought against being confined to the cage.
Margaret assured us not to worry because she had planned a " haven" of sorts for T.R. to rehabilitate at her house. T.R. would reside in the hall bath with her very own bed, litter box and food and water bowl. I relayed this to Lee. He said to tell them to return her to her natural habitat (the woodshed) because he did not want any more damage to Margaret or to her house. (This is one wild and scared cat!)
Any way, to make a long story (day for Margaret ) short...............T.R. is resting comfortably in a large dog carrier in the wood shed, Margaret, Jennifer and John are tending their wounds and Lee is happy that his cat is " fixed"! End of story..............................
I just returned from the hospital and Lee will be officially discharged from the hospital tomorrow. He is very excited about only one more night in the TENT, and that he has responded very favorably to the treatment.
More Later........................................Brenda
You gotta remind me to tell you guys about a client of mine bringing home the WRONG cat from the vets one time! I was something else!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteGlad Lee is getting out, now for him to stay out! Cant wait for u guys to get home.. Now ,both of you, try to stay better!!!
Now FOR my side!..I like cats. I have 2 of them and love them and carry them around like babies..not all the time, but at my whim...I thought cats liked me...When I arrived for TR Monday morning, it became one foul mistake after the other. But I called her, she came to be fed and I am cooing and talking my soothing cat talk!. She kinda purrs and I reach down to pick her up to take her to the carrier ..... in my car....far, far, far away! First foul mistake..Shouldn't taken carrier to her. She's in my hands and I am cooing and soothing her, but there is a screaming going on in my head that finally erupts..."TURN THE DARN CAT LOOSE"...that was when the claws dug in...When her teeth hit flesh...I am still screaming and moving in slow motion...."T U R N THE D A R N CAT
ReplyDeleteL..OOOOOSE!"... fOULS 2 & 3! Holey Moley! That cat is running and I am bleeding...Then Bill shows up!...Don't know what took place at the barn, but when he got back, his first comment was...Didn't you hear me yelling for you!." That durn cat deserved to have a hysterectomy...That'll teach her.