I was carried to the PTU and put inside with no problem. Yesterday I was sleeping in it a few times. Mom said I seem to do that when it's about time to go. Anyway, I never said a word all the way there and I didn't really do more than the barest tiny voiced protest while being lowered into the PTU.
When we got there, there were two huge dogs, one Rottie and one Shepherd who barked LOUDLY and a lot. It was hollow sounding in that room and I know it made me very nervous but I didn't say anything.
|Mom, I scared!|
When I got back to the exam room (they took me early because of the dogs) I was OK till I was lifted out for my mani-pedi. I hissed a few times at Jason who is my favorite tech as he was Admiral's favorite. I was trimmed and weighed @ 11.8 pounds so I gained 3/4ths of a pound! and brought back in where I hissed some but steadily growled THE ENTIRE TIME! Mom was shocked. I have NEVER growled the first time and certainly never hissed. That boy was the first time ever! Mom told Jason about that boy who didn't know how to handle cats, and that mom was afraid would make me afraid to go in the carrier. Jason said that Dr. Rick had to be told and that if mom didn't (she was going to) then Jason would.
Dr. Rick came in and mom told him that after all she went through with Admiral deathly afraid of the PTU and even the tech (Jason) having to come to the house to fetch her out from under the heavy oak bed) that she didn't want to go through that with ME being afraid because of that silly boy.
Dr. Rick said he would absolutely talk to the guy and perhaps do as mom mentioned, re-train him as to how to handle kitties. Looks like I now hate the Vet office now though, thanks to him, and that is not likely to change.
I got a shot for my itchies since I won't allow mom to give me the liquid medicine I need to avoid the shots. Mom said not to give her the dickens about that. She lives alone and I am NOT cooperative and I will bite if someone keeps up what I don't want happening! They are looking into having something compounded for me into a chewable form.
|MOM! They're going to eat me!!!|
So, I am home, and much more comfortable and less antsy since I am not alive with itchies. I had my claws trimmed so I'm good to go.