Thank you for the thoughts on me taking medication--- which mom is allowing resentment at it being even necessary to override everything else...almost. She is angry that certain ones treated me in such a way as to turn me against them all.
But the fact still remains that I must go to the Dr. sometimes. There is a cat friendly one in the big City that would take us just over half an hour to get there. What if I got snatched up and stuffed in the carrier and hauled off there when I had to pee? My travel time...time waiting...time being seen...travel again...long time between potty trips and what about the winter when snow and ice are there. That's another reason why she's P'd off.
Mom Here: I know no one can help with this. Having kids in there as "techs" is never good for a cat patient. They only know about how to handle dogs really. Admiral's very real
anguish made me change vets once. Then, at that same Vet's office after Admiral passed and before I left for good, watching a kid (maybe 16) try to scruff Katie at 12+ pounds to carry her by her scruff to "the back room"...I put a stop to it. Then he slung her like dirty laundry over his forearm-- and I stopped THAT too. Katie was beside herself with all males there from that moment on, including the Vet who defended his junior tech. I left there. No other place to go in town except where we are. So...
Just venting. Sorry. I'll do better next one. X