Kitties, one thing I didn't meow about in last post I wrote is that mom has taken me to every Vet (5) in town. ALL of them- in a vain quest to find one where the vet techs aren't ignorant of handling cats. They do great with dogs I am sure, as dogs are a more familiar patient, I think too that the Practice's are usually dog- centric. Cats are thought of differently, not understood, and not thought of very lovingly.
Mom has given a successful stink eyes on occasion to stop the scruff and scream abuse; complained on my behalf many times, and tried almost fruitlessly to get them to stop taking me "in the back" where they can have their way with me, meaning scruffing. Mom walked back there one time after a long time had gone by and she could hear me crying. She came upon a tech combing a hind mat out and the other tech was scruffing me. Mom said she had asked to have that small place buzzed out..not combed out as it hurt too much to do it by comb. Instead they hurt me combing hard, trying to jerk the mat out. Momma saw that. She said "I'll just take her on home. Maybe I can find a way to get it out myself after all." This, the place I go now, is the last vet in town. I'm safe as long as she and I are together.
Just wanted to meow some more about it in case anyone thought mom just said "Oh well", and put up with it. She's like any mom. Don't mess with her baby. That's me. *proud ears*