Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Tightly-Wound Pussy Cat

So it turns out that if you take a cat, stuff her into a carrying case, put her in a car and take her to a place where she undergoes a painful surgical procedure, and then, ten days later, again stuff her into a carrying case and put her in the car, the cat will actually remember the earlier experience in acute detail and will howl her little kitty head off for the duration of the 20-mile drive. But this time all we were doing were getting the sutures removed - actually suture, singular, since she'd taken the other two out with her teeth earlier in the week - which we spent the first fifteen minutes of the drive explaining again and again until we realized the cat just doesn't understand complex English sentences. Popping out a single stitch certainly looked like something I could do myself, but since I haven't had a tremendous run of luck keeping felines alive as of late, it seemed wise to let a qualified vet handle it.

So after 30 minutes of frantic, piteous screeching, we pull up to the shelter, walk in with the cat, and this - omitting nothing - is the entire interaction:

    *SNIP*

    "¡Gracias por su visita!"

...followed by another half hour of incessant braying and howling on the way home.

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