Loading the Gray Cat

Dr. Andy told me yesterday that Gray Cat is "a big boned cat". Hhmmm, I guess at 15.5 pounds that about sums it up. Gray Cat gets only dry cat food with an occasional splash of 1% milk. Throw in the breast of a wild spanish dove when Gray Cat is in the mood to move more than a couple of feet at time. And that rounds out his diet plan.

The first step is always the hardest step when one of the cats has an appointment with the vet. None of my cats are fond of the cat carriers. Stuffing Gray Cat in the carrier is a challenge. There is no easy way to load him. No coaxing is involved. I literally stuff his body in the carrier no matter if its head first or feet first. He's got some wicked claws and I have a few battle wounds to show for it.

And then the yowling began. Gray Cat protested rather loudly the first 12 miles of the trip. He attempted to turn around in the carrier and lodged himself at a weird angle. I let him deal with it because for the moment he wasn't bitching. He ended up falling asleep about two miles from the vet clinic. Go figure.

After a complete check up, the fat cat's demeanor was very docile. Dr. Andy had a tough time listening to Gray Cat's heart due to the obnoxious purring emitting from Gray Cat's furry body. (He sounds like a small engine when his purr-motor gets revved up.) Being the good person that I am, I warned Dr. Andy about Gray Cat's attitude of going back into the carrier. And I'll be damned. Gray Cat flicked his tail, gave me a smirk and waddled into the carrier without any fuss. All I could do was shrug at Dr. Andy and say, "Damn cat."