Our cats Bonnie and Clyde were due for a visit to the vet.
This is something that my wife usually takes care of, but last time I received reports about extremely bad behavior by Clyde, involving biting the vet and a note in his file that said ‘patient declined procedure’.
So, I wasn’t totally surprised when it was announced the other day that it was MY turn to take the kids to the vet. Which I did. This morning.
Of course, the calm, relaxed and protecting father figure I am, I was sure they would completely trust me and we’d be home before they’d notice we’d left.
There was only one minor issue that I’d overlooked:
Clyde does NOT like having his temperature taken with a rectal thermometer and is NOT shy about making this clear.
To make a long story short .. as early as next week, they start redecorating, if not completely rebuilding, the Minton Animal Hospital.
(It’s now 3 hours later, Clyde is in the closet and hasn’t spoken to me yet .. all I get are dirty looks: I think next year we should try to trick daughter Laurilee in taking them – IF the vet still ‘invites’ them, which is by no means certain -)