Kitties! Now that mom has finally been able to convince the techs to stop scruffing me when I am there for anything..I am behaving so much better. Its no fun being hurt so badly by those kids or young people. The only one who held me down instead of the horrible scruffing, was the one who came here for pet sitting and claw cutting, and who just dropped us like a hot 'tater with no explanation. I think her house mate, also a tech, took a dislike to mommy and me. Because that disappearing act happened right after mommy and I meeting her.
Anyway, the Vet has taken the big flaming red "C" off my chart and wrote "do not scruff" on it a year ago, and I have been changed from the dreaded "C" (Caution) to "Vocal" on my chart. The tech I had early in this week, who just held me, said she can tell a fractious cat, as she called it, from a vocal one. She stated that *I* just talk. Even though I hissed a few times too, with a few growls. I didn't scream, yowl, try to bite or struggle much. Wonderful what happens when they listen to the mommy's.
Mom will tell you I have suffered for years with those immature ones I always seem to get-- save the one I mentioned earlier-- who feel a compulsion to scruff me..and I don't even have much flesh to pinch up or whatever it is they do. I just know they hurt me a lot and made me cry. And the more I screamed from pain, the harder they pinched and hurt my poor neck.
You know, I never even knew I could have a blood test without screaming and struggling and many minutes going by with me screaming. The Vet did it herself, took a minute..and reminded the tech in the room not to scruff me; instead of turning it over to the kids in the back to do. I didn't say a WORD! Treat me right and I return the favor.