“Insanity is relative. It depends on who has who locked in what cage.”
In this instance, a bit of insanity prevailed. Neither Gibbs nor Ziva like their cages (a/k/a evil cat carrier), and they definitely do not like the car ride.
Both should be thankful. Their annual trip to the vet was delayed by six months due to their human’s schedule and lack of desire to take them out into freezing temperatures and snow. Last week Tuesday was V-day and they were not happy.
Ziva wouldn’t even look at me.
I heard the horrific song of captivity (in surround sound) all the way there and all the way back. Most cat
slaves moms and dads know what this sounds like. It’s the guttural cries of the unfortunate; the sadness of an unforgiving existence; the insanity of one who has involuntarily been trapped in a cage, thrown into a growling machine, driven for what seems like hours to a strange place, and suffered the ravages of poking, needling, and a cold and smelly exam table.
The insanity is for a purpose: To ensure the furry kids are healthy. Most pet caretakers do the same because their creatures are part of the family. Like children, our four-legged friends rely on us for food, love, play and a warm place to sleep. Although they don’t speak it, Gibbs and Ziva want to feel well and depend on me to make it so.
This trip was different than the usual check-up for Gibbs. I’ve been a little worried about him. As of the last couple of months, his beautiful green left eye has been partially covered by brown spots and the amount of his yowling has increased, at times to annoyance. In researching a bit on the internet, both changes can signal illness in a cat. Not something I wanted to read or believe.
Poor guy. That eye scared me.
Thankfully, the vet declared that this was a melanin change in Gibbs’ eye and she would only be concerned if the brown spots were raised or if they significantly increased in the coming months. Gibbs is not totally out of the woods with his funky left eye as it will be re-checked in six months, but I am relieved that it’s not currently bad news. In the meantime, I have to keep an eye on the eye.
Blood work and urinalysis revealed no major illnesses and the boy was declared physically healthy. Gibbs’ yowling may be from anxiety or attention seeking, so his mom has been giving him extra love and play time. The caterwauling may also decrease once the windows are open and he can talk to the birds all day. At least, that’s what I hope.
As for the Queen, her attitude and physical health are intact. She has suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but continues to breathe and snore.
Getting Gibbs and Ziva to the vet in their cages is always an exercise in insanity, a time of loud singing and unhappy whiskers. In the end, I’m always ecstatic when there is a clean bill of health and I can cease worry.
Meanwhile, the kids are overjoyed when they can be released from said cages, safely back home and ready to sleep off the horrible experience.
Life is quite hard for these two. Insane, practically.