Olive had to go to Hastings Pet Hospital today to ensure that she would not procreate. This morning at 7:00 AM as we left the house, she knew something was up.
She's taken several automobile trips and just likes to walk around and look out the window, but this morning she keep looking at me and giving me an extremely sad and frightened, "Meow". Over and over and over. It was exceedingly sad. I kept talking to her for the entire trip, she'd meow and I'd tell her it was gonna be ok and then she's meow again, etc.
When we finally got there she was quivering. It was very difficult for me to give her to the nurse, but I managed to let her go.
Six hours later I picked my sweet Olive up and we drove back to Hopkins with her in my lap most of the time. She's a bit groggy from the surgery, but it looks like she's going to be ok.
If it's like this taking a cat to the vet, what's it like to have children?
Posted by Michael at February 23, 2004 05:12 PMpoor kitty indeed. her tummy hair will grow back soon enough. MEOWWWWW!!!
Posted by: km at February 24, 2004 07:21 AMThe main difference between cats and kids is, YOU DON'T TAKE KIDS TO THE DOCTOR TO HAVE THEIR SEX ORGANS REMOVED!!! YOU BUTCHER!!! I WANT MY SEX ORGANS BACK!!!
Posted by: Olive the cat at February 24, 2004 12:49 PMWhen I took one of my "babies" for his turn under the knife, I was a nervous wreck the entire day... but the worst part was his little sister who wandered the house looking for him... who didn't eat, drink or sleep until he came home. For at least 36 hours after he returned, she insisted on "cleaning him," and the poor guy was just too weak to fight back. Now that's love.
BTW, the above post from "Olive" really wasn't from your cat. And it was supposed to be humorous, in my twisted little way (I shoulda put in one of those little smiley thingies). You did the right thing, Michael.
Posted by: Stormin' at February 25, 2004 10:23 AM