With the cold keeping us inside, my husband and I have been making a monumental effort to change one of the spare rooms upstairs into a guest room. Years of putting things into “temporary storage” has left us with a monumental mass of clutter. Really, when the VCR DVD player quit, it should have gone out with the trash. What was I thinking … And why do we save books that we have no intention of reading … And if something is unusable, why do we save it just because Aunt Clara gave it to us ten years ago? Use it, pitch it, or pack it up for Goodwill, has become my motto. Unfortunately, our efforts have uncovered something most disturbing. Mouse droppings. I would shame the cats, but they are not allowed in the spare rooms. (Lest they get lost and never find their way back home.) This week they have been obliged to explore every nook, cranny, and box in search of hidden treasures. Fuzzy fabric, pieces of lace, discarded socks, and our fragile, little Jazzy found something even more exciting. A Mouse!!!
Out of our eight cats (Yes, I did say eight) Jazzy was the one we least expected to be a hunter. Born in a litter plagued by birth defects, Jazzy was the only survivor. Being severely anemic, his chances of survival were slim, yet at fourteen weeks old, he is bouncy, active, and still with us, and now he is a successful hunter. We are so proud of our baby!
Well, the day had come. Princess was actually going on her first vet visit. Was I worried? You bet I was. I tried to lock her in the storage room during Thanksgiving dinner so I had an idea of what was to come, but this time I was going to shove her into a cat carrier. At a rabies clinic once I watched a vet and her assistant turn a cat carrier upright, grab a maniacal cat by the tail, drop her into the carrier, and slam the door. I was having visions of doing the same, but my visions included frothing at the mouth, claws flailing, and blood… plenty of blood. I should have checked on line to see if there was a “Taking an Insane Cat to the Vet For Dummies” book out there. I thought for a while about taking photos, but it’s difficult to maneuver a camera while pulling teeth from your leg.
We decided it would be best to take this adventure in baby steps
Choose a carrier
We have two. The small one looks pretty nice, and the large one is about forty years old and looks like we got it from the free pile at a yard sale. I had placed the large one outside last fall as a shelter for the strays until we built their winter house. I decided to bear the embarrassment and take the one Princess was accustomed to.
Use kitty drugs and comfort toys
A catnip soaked bed pad became a blanket and Princess’ favorite squeaky mouse was tossed in to the carrier as an extra comfort.
Everyone is doing it
Just to show her that the carrier was safe, every cat in the house was placed in the carrier for a minute or two. (One at a time of course.)
Resort to bribery
Then I packed a bag of chicken in my purse, and placed some right inside the carrier.
With everything in place, we went to the storage room in search of our crazy, little floozy.
I pulled Princess out from under the dresser and placed her in the carrier. She put up no fight!!! On the way to the vet, she quietly played with her squeaky mouse. No yowls, no howls, no frantic attempts to escape. In the vet’s office I repeatedly warned the vet and his assistant that Princess was a FERAL cat, and that she was going to be a handful. I pulled her from the carrier, she sat patiently on the table while the vet examined her and gave her shots. She then got back into the carrier and played with her squeaky mouse the entire way home??? Either our plan worked or she just wanted to make us look stupid. We’ll never know for sure.
I honestly don’t know what little Boots’ obsession is with the remote, but he is quite determined that this toy belongs to him.
It’s really surprising to me that so many of my new cats will sit for long periods of time and watch television. What is even more surprising is that the kittens have also decided that they should have possession of the remote.