Kitties, it was the baddest of times. It was the worstest of times. I'm gonna move out!
Mom took me to the v-e-t. Just to get my pawdicure, and a so-called sanitary clip (long haired ya know...everywhere) and discuss a senior blood panel to-be. (ain't gonna happen!!!) For whatever reason, mom wishes she knew- and I am keeping silent about that part-I was very very fractious . From the time I was lifted out of my carrier until I went back in.
Just to have my clip in the nether region, I screeched this time. And to do my nails was like never before. Mom has never ever seen me act like this! They had to put a towel completely over me. A first. I kept my paws tucked under me and that made it very hard. And I trembled badly. I have never done that in my life.
The Vet suggested medication for the next time! Mom asked how long it would affect me and she was told 8 hours or so. Mom did not like that idea at all. Plus mom would have to try to get it in me ahead of time. Ain't gonna happen.
So now, mom is stressed as much as me if it's going to be this way for a simple nail cut. It reminds her of how Admiral was the last year she was with us. She, the Admiral, was anguished. t was pretty horrible. I wasn't that bad i.e. anguished. Yet.