Scotty to the Vet

 

As some of you are aware, I am head over heels with our new cat Scotty. Last fall, after hanging around our house and yard for months, he finally decided that we would be a good choice as a place to settle. He has quickly become the most loving cat I’ve ever known and simply adores me. Follows me everywhere and sleeps on my pillow at night. I’ve never had a cat that prefers me and I just love it.

Scotty was not feral-we don’t know his story-but there were a few things he needed to have taken care of such as a physical, vaccinations, flea and tick preventative and neutering. Lots of $$$, yes-he’s worth every cent!

I’m quite sure Scotty had never been in a cat carrier before, but unlike our other cat Moxie he walked right in and lay down, ready for the adventure. Or so he thought. I gently placed the carrier in the back seat and a mile down the road he began meowing. The meowing quickly became a massive crescendo until he was at a fortissimo: I don’t want to be neutered!  (Actually, due to Scotty’s background and lack of proper upbringing most likely he was saying Please don’t cut my balls off!)

The vet is a 40 minute drive from our house and about 20 minutes in I smelt something…didn’t take long to realize that Scotty had peed in his carrier. I had put a towel in there in case of this problem, but I should have put many more!  I calmly told myself I’d deal with this when we arrived at the vet’s, but then, seemingly out of nowhere, a wet, stinky Scotty was standing between the 2 front seats. That little rascal had worked open the carrier door and wanted in my lap.

This required pulling over to the side of the road and awkwardly reaching around to the back seat to try to get him in the carrier again. Of course as I struggled to do this the carrier turned over and guess what spilled all over the back seat? As we Episcopalians say, with God’s help. I summoned super human powers and somehow got him back in the very wet carrier. I have never been so grateful for leather seats.

When we walked into the vet’s office we both were now stinky and wet. Ugh. They couldn’t have been more helpful and understanding. A quick clean-up for Scotty and a bath for the carrier, a roll of paper towels and spray cleaner for me and the car. 

Scotty came thru the surgery just fine and perhaps he chases Moxie just a bit less now. A friend gave me some “pee pads” for our next appointment and they were perfectly dry on arrival. And he still willingly walks into the carrier, ready to go on the next adventure.

Scotty, my big, beautiful boy.