Took Boots to his (Yep. Hes a He) first visit with the Vet today.
About five minutes before time to leave I went to get him and put him in the cage. He refused to come to me. And he ran from me when I went to pick him up. "I know what your up to Mister. You ain't takin' me nowhere." Finally cornered him and got him to the cage. Oh yeah. That was fun. He spread his legs. Grabbed hold of the cage with his teeth. All so he could stay outta that cage. I finally got him in. Geeze. What a battle. He looked at me like, "You know I'm gonna hate you for this."
So, we got on the road. Boots talked to me all the way to the vet's office. Wish I could have understood what he was saying.
Vet said he is about eight weeks old. Girl took the stool sample (a little rough if you ask me.) and when finished Boots just fell over limp. That scared me. The assistant said some do that. He came around in a few seconds screaming his disapproval. Then the Vet came in. While we're talking Vet gave him a shot. Boots screamed at that but settled right down when the needle was pulled out. Boots looked at Vet like, "You, Mister, are about to lose an arm."
Then Vet said he has some kind of worms so he opened Boots mouth and a pill disappeared into my kitten. He didn't like that either.
Boots wasn't so hard to get back into the cage when it came time to leave the exam room. I pay the lady at the desk. We no more that get out the door, Boots sees the truck, and starts talking to me again. Talked to me most of the way home. But started to quiet down some and look like he was going to sleep.
Got home and carried Boots into the house still in the cage. I didn't want to let him out outside for fear he would take off. Went inside and let him out and he just sat there. I sat in my chair and reached over and picked him up. He then went on the attack. I mean he was squealing, kicking and biting. I let him jump out of my lap. He wobbled over to his pillow and plopped down.
He laid on his pillow over an hour. I was worried. My wife told me not to be so concerned, Boots had had a pretty stressful day. First ride in the noisy truck. First visit to and abuse (just kidding) by the Vet. He just needed to rest. Still I was concerned.
Boots got up off the pillow after more than an hour, stretched and started walking around. He is now back to normal. Running through every room like a wild cat chasing his toys.
He is sort of confused right now. The Vet trimmed his claws (heh-heh). Now when he runs and jumps on my leg he slides right back down to the floor and looks up at me like, "What the heck is going on here?" He just jumped way up the cat tree pole. Aw-ha. Trimmed claws didn't grab the carpet so he could run up the pole. Got a little adjusting to do there kitty cat.
Well. Its time for me to get my beauty rest, and that takes me all night. Gonna pet Boots good nite and head off to bed. Ya'll have a good night.
Steve-N-Boots.
About five minutes before time to leave I went to get him and put him in the cage. He refused to come to me. And he ran from me when I went to pick him up. "I know what your up to Mister. You ain't takin' me nowhere." Finally cornered him and got him to the cage. Oh yeah. That was fun. He spread his legs. Grabbed hold of the cage with his teeth. All so he could stay outta that cage. I finally got him in. Geeze. What a battle. He looked at me like, "You know I'm gonna hate you for this."
So, we got on the road. Boots talked to me all the way to the vet's office. Wish I could have understood what he was saying.
Vet said he is about eight weeks old. Girl took the stool sample (a little rough if you ask me.) and when finished Boots just fell over limp. That scared me. The assistant said some do that. He came around in a few seconds screaming his disapproval. Then the Vet came in. While we're talking Vet gave him a shot. Boots screamed at that but settled right down when the needle was pulled out. Boots looked at Vet like, "You, Mister, are about to lose an arm."
Then Vet said he has some kind of worms so he opened Boots mouth and a pill disappeared into my kitten. He didn't like that either.
Boots wasn't so hard to get back into the cage when it came time to leave the exam room. I pay the lady at the desk. We no more that get out the door, Boots sees the truck, and starts talking to me again. Talked to me most of the way home. But started to quiet down some and look like he was going to sleep.
Got home and carried Boots into the house still in the cage. I didn't want to let him out outside for fear he would take off. Went inside and let him out and he just sat there. I sat in my chair and reached over and picked him up. He then went on the attack. I mean he was squealing, kicking and biting. I let him jump out of my lap. He wobbled over to his pillow and plopped down.
He laid on his pillow over an hour. I was worried. My wife told me not to be so concerned, Boots had had a pretty stressful day. First ride in the noisy truck. First visit to and abuse (just kidding) by the Vet. He just needed to rest. Still I was concerned.
Boots got up off the pillow after more than an hour, stretched and started walking around. He is now back to normal. Running through every room like a wild cat chasing his toys.
He is sort of confused right now. The Vet trimmed his claws (heh-heh). Now when he runs and jumps on my leg he slides right back down to the floor and looks up at me like, "What the heck is going on here?" He just jumped way up the cat tree pole. Aw-ha. Trimmed claws didn't grab the carpet so he could run up the pole. Got a little adjusting to do there kitty cat.
Well. Its time for me to get my beauty rest, and that takes me all night. Gonna pet Boots good nite and head off to bed. Ya'll have a good night.
Steve-N-Boots.