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Shyler's check-up

I dropped Steve at the airport and headed for the vet. The vet said he'd be there from 7.30 so we agreed on 8.00 for Shyler's revisit. I was counting on him being on time for the poor cat who really isn't that good still. When we went the other day for a 1 pm appointment to pick up the cat, he kept us waiting half an hour because he'd 'just left to go to the bank'. We had shut the cat in a wicker washing basket and they gave us the cat back to wait for the vet! We waited so long, she wet the floor. Today she was frightened in the nice cage we borrowed from the neighbour but I kept telling her it was going to be okay... *snort*

...No vet though.
-He's on his way, said the assistant, but he does come from the other side of town.
-He said he'd be here from 7.30.
-Oh, he never comes before 8.30.
Then another customer arrived with a dog. The 'in-house' cocker spaniels started a raging bark war and I picked up the cat's cage from the floor. I offered to pay the bill now. It was HUGE. OMG. My fingers were shaking as I pressed the buttons on the EFTPOS machine. I said I'd be off now.
-What shall I tell [the vet]?
-You can tell [the vet] to stick it up his arse."

I often think like that but usually I don't say it out loud to people. Maybe it was shock.
I have no idea what to do about the cat. I think I will have a second cup of coffee...


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Jan. 19th, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
Blimey, woman! I'm both shocked and impressed at your response to all that. I hope the coffee helps.
Jan. 19th, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
Heh, it was one of those moments!

It's interesting recognising those signs of shock you usually only read about in books. Like hands shaking, turning pale, the room going dark... until they happen to you, or you see them, they just seem like bookish kind of descriptions. Then they do happen and you can think, in a dislocated kind of way, hey, I know what's going on here!
Jan. 19th, 2009 11:26 pm (UTC)
Bold! I can applaud you!

Poor kitty tho
Jan. 20th, 2009 03:57 am (UTC)
Yeah, I feel really bad for the cat. I love cats, and even though this one has been the living embodiment of Voldemort at times, she is still very loving and rather sweet the rest of the time. I just hope we can nurse her back to health.
Jan. 20th, 2009 07:35 am (UTC)
Any chance of a different vet? Do you have the equivalent of our PDSA? (People's Dispensary for Sick Animals). They are a charity run basically for people who can't afford vets' bills but anyone can use them and people with a little more money are encouraged to make a donation thus ensuring the service for others. There aren't as many clinics here as there used to be but I wondered about NZ.

Meanwhile, loving nursing, maybe lots of mushy food e.g. rice with chicken sauce, and she might surprise you! Give her a stroke from me!
Jan. 20th, 2009 11:53 am (UTC)
I just don't want to think about taking her to another vet, getting another bill, stressing the cat even more... I just wish she'd pick up by herself! We're being as nice as we can to her.
Jan. 20th, 2009 11:29 am (UTC)
That's terrible! You definitely need to find another vet, keeping and animal waiting like that is unforgiveable. I hope Shyler is improving, but if you are worried then I'm sure you could take her somewhere else for a check and advice. Then get them to charge your former vet for the visit! (Yeah, I know that wouldn't happen).

Good luck with Shyler, animals are very resilient, I'm hoping for the best for her.
Jan. 20th, 2009 11:54 am (UTC)
There are plenty of vets around, but the cat hates the car, hates the vet, hates travelling, hates the cat carrier, hates being held... I don't want to stress her out any more. I'm going with your suggestions, resilience. I'm desperately hoping she'll wake up in the morning and feel her old self again.
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