Took Vodka to the local vet last week. I hated doing this in Orkney since it meant a long drive for her and so a lot of earache for me. Now the nearest vet is just 5 minutes drive away. Last week she got her annual jabs and a quick “once over”. A consequence of the once over was that she really needed her teeth cleaning which requires a general anasthetic. I took her to the vets for this operation this morning. She wasn’t a happy camper, no food for 12 hours and then a drive. Ive also asked for a micro chip to be fitted in case she gets lost in the future.
I was expecting to get a phone call around midday telling that she was fine and could be collected. Instead I got a call at 10am which didn’t bode well. Two of her teeth would need to be removed, that broken fang (canine) tooth that always did so much damage to whatever she bit and a molar at the back somewhere. This was to prevent future infections in those teeth. I gave the go ahead and looked forward to a few more hours of peace.
I eventually collected Vodka at 4pm. A very sorry looking cat. Patches of both front paws shaved (one in a bandage) , stitches in the mouth, an incessant mewling sound and a lack of coordination. The nurse looked even worse having had to put up with Vodka for several hours “she doesn’t like us at all”. I received instructions on looking after Vodka (keep her indoors for the night, take the bandage off tomorrow and give her one of these [bloody big] tablets every day for a week”.
Back home Vodka looked even more pitiful and sorry for herself and I regretted taking her to the vet at all, not least because I was over £167 poorer and now had an unhappy cat.