Then, Miss Lourdes showed up, picked up my carrier and whisked me out the door. Mom followed and we went through Miss Lourdes’ house to get to her car. I was howling all the time! When we went through Miss Lourdes’ house, I really howled! Her two black cats were quite surprised!! I just kept howling louder and louder. Her younger cat, about Paquita’s age, heard my pleas for help and he followed Mom, Miss Lourdes and me all the way to the car. He was yelling too! He was trying to reason with Lourdes about stealing me, but she just told him to shut up and get back in the house. Remind me to thank Rat (that’s his name!) later for his support.
When Mom finally got the seatbelt around my carrier, we drove off, me HOWLING, of course! The ten-minute ride was filled with my constant howls. But those two women just kept telling me to shut up! When we got to our destination, we had to walk through a very populated parking lot. I howled all the way while Miss Lourdes carried my carrier. People looked at us, but no one attempted to rescue me. Suddenly, I knew where we were; I recognized that awful little man! He was the VETERINARIAN!!! I was handed to the vet, who just set me down on the bottom step that leads to his little room. Mom and Lourdes cheerfully thanked the vet, wished me a good day, and then LEFT! There I was sadly, but still, howling, on that bottom step.
Soon, the vet carried me up the steps to his little room and before he let me out of my carrier, he put something black over my face. I could barely breathe, much less howl. But at least I was out of the carrier! I got a shot in one paw that really hurt and I don’t remember what happened after that. Many hours later, about 7:30 PM, Mom and Lourdes suddenly appeared! They found me! Gracias a Dios!!! Mom unzipped my carrier just a little and petted me while I cried softly. She didn’t attempt to get me out of the carrier. She KNEW she had to put that stupid black thing over my face first and she did not want to do that to me again.
What I could not understand was, why was there another black carrier on the table and why was Mimi Cosita in there doing her best to howl? I did not need to see her or to have her company, thank you very much! While I was pondering that, the vet was talking to Lourdes in very rapid Spanish. Poor Mom just stood there looking puzzled. Lourdes explained that I had “the dirtiest ears the vet had ever seen!” “I don’t understand this,” said the vet, “cats are usually so very clean!” Well, dammit, I AM clean! But how can I stick my paw way down inside my ears to clean them? Anyway, the vet went on and on about how he had worked and worked on my ears to get them all shiny clean. I believed that too, as badly as they hurt!
Then the vet started discussing my teeth! It seems that while I was passed out on his table, he took the opportunity to clean my teeth. He dug and dug on them too, saying they were covered with plaque and that I had the breath of a huge lion!! I believed he had dug on my teeth too! They hurt worse than my ears. He said the molars are in trouble because they had so much plaque on them!!
Finally, they started talking about medicine. MOUTHWASH for kitties!!! Just squirt it into my mouth every day! JUST YOU TRY THAT LADY, AND I’LL SHOW YOU WHO IS BOSS!!! Plus, some sort of medicine in our drinking water that will be “good for all of us”. Bull! DON’T GO MESSING WITH MY WATER! And finally, drops in my ears twice a day for a week! OH, BOY!! TIME TO HURL MEDICINE OUT OF MY EARS ALL OVER THE WALLS, MOM AND ANYTHING ELSE THAT HAPPENS TO BE IN THE WAY!! I’ll just bet that Mom won’t be able to get me still enough to put the drops in my ears without Daddy here to hold me down!
After this discussion was over, Mimi Cosita had the black thing put over her face! GOD! Was she funny looking! It literally covered her whole face, even her eyes. Because it is black like she is, she looked just like a cat with no eyes! I suddenly stopped crying and almost laughed out loud at her!! And because she is black like the carrier, and much smaller than I am, she managed to hide in the carrier. Mom kept looking and looking for her!! I was impressed by this great skill of Cosita’s!
After they finally found her and muzzled her, they got her out of the carrier and ZAP!!! One HUGE shot for her! Thank you little vet man, for giving her that shot. Now, maybe she won’t be such a nuisance to me because she will not go into heat for six months. Maybe, just maybe, there will be some peace in my valley!
After much discussion again about my medicines and how much my “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day” day cost Mom, we left the vet’s office and went back through that crowded parking lot to the car. To keep up appearances, I managed to howl again all the way across the parking lot and all the way home. Mimi Cosita got the hint and she joined me. I must say, Mom says that traffic got out of her way as long as it sounded like she was transporting an entire zoo!
Paquita met us at the door when we got home and tried to help us get out of the carriers. I was filthy dirty and very wet. Drool poured out of my mouth and walking was not easy. I was so very hungry, but those teeth would not allow me to eat anything. Mom put water in my kibble like the vet had suggested and I managed a few bites of that, but finally decided it was not worth the effort. I stayed really close to Mom all night and moaned occasionally. She tried to clean the drool off my face, but I would not allow her to touch me.
Mimi Cosita was dragging too. That shot must really have hurt her! She would walk, not run, up to me and Mom would fuss with her about not bothering “Poor Uncle Rocko”. I don’t think she planned to bother me. I think she was checking to see if I was all right. HELL NO, STUPID, I AM NOT ALL RIGHT! I THINK I AM GOING TO DIE!
Today I feel a bit better and I think Cosita does too. I am still having a tough time trying to stay awake, but at least I have been back on the back of the couch—my favorite sleeping spot! I notice something very strange has happened in my absence. Paquita has suddenly become a lap kitty on Mom. I resent that! SHE WAS MY MOM FIRST, YOU LITTLE SNIT!! YOU HAVE TAKEN OVER ALL MY FAVORITE SLEEPING SPOTS; YOU WILL NOT STEAL MY MOM!!!
Well, that pretty much sums up my “terrible, horrible, no good, very bad” day yesterday. Please tell Mom not to even think about taking me back to that little vet man. I never want to feel this way again!