Since I am no longer working in Lethbridge, I've been having some down time. I am a woman of leisure, again. Which is fine and dandy and all, however it doesn't pay well. Money is such a pesky thing at times. The good news is that I will start working again in March. The job is in Airdrie and I am actually really excited for it. It also means I have to move, but that is a story for another time.
Anyways since I am a woman of leisure, I helped my mother take the two cats and the dog to the vet. They were all overdue for their shots. That was quite the adventure. So we put Penny the dog in the back of the truck. That was not a problem, she loves going places. The cats however, were a different story. We were able to put them in their carrier cases, but the the whole way there and back they wouldn't stop crying. It was a kitty chorus. If you have ever heard the Jingle Cats, it was something like that. Wilma was so upset that she, well I won't go into it. Once we get to the vet it wasn't that bad. Penny was a little upset in the waiting room. (It probably brought back bad memories of when she was spayed.) But they didn't feel the shots at all. They didn't make a peep. Penny is a big baby, (if you look at her the wrong way she will cry) so if it had hurt her we would have known. I guess vets just have the magic touch.
Once we got home, if was time for the worm medicine. If we had known what an ordeal it was going to be, we probably would have just let the vet do it. Giving it to Penny was no problem. We just rolled it processed cheese and that was it. Wilma and Sophie was a little trickier. We wrapped them up in towels so we wouldn't get scratched, but it still took the two of us to hold them down. Sophie needed 2 pills because she is so fat. A whopping 14 pounds! While Wilma just needed one and a half. (These pills were actually pretty big.) The first pill seemed to go down all right, but the second was a lot trickier. Wilma kept spitting it out every chance she got. She simply refused to swallow. I think eventually it just dissolved in her mouth. Sophie chewed it all up, and that couldn't have tasted good. I remember when I was a little girl and had a hard time swallowing pills, I would chew them up. Yuck! I still remember what tylenol tastes like and it isn't pleasant. Sophie and Wilma were in a bad mood for the rest of the day. They couldn't understand why we had done that to them. Next time I will consult my vet tech friends. They probably have a better way of doing this.
Penny at Waterton
Sophie in her lighter days
Wilma
