Today I learned that my cat, Jones, weighs ten pounds. Ten cuddly fluffy squishy pounds. She looks pretty cute and sleepy in this picture, right? Wrong.
About 2 hours ago it took four vets to hold her down so they could take her blood. Four professional animal doctors could not get this fur ball to hold still. I have to bring her back tomorrow sedated because she was so ridiculously scary and mean that the vet wasn’t able to look at her. I sat in the waiting room and could hear her terrifying yowls and everyone got really quiet and I know they were thinking, ‘thank God that’s not my cat.’
So I took her home and she immediately passed out and even though the vet told me to take her bandage off I said, ‘hell no.’
I’ll try again tomorrow.