I recently did something less than smart – I took Frou-Frou, Mr. Tubs, AND Sammie to the vet. All at once. Frou got checked out first, because she was the easiest to grab:
She thought she found a clever hiding spot, but it turns out that all the cats think so. She went through the exam just fine, but she did not like being examined for a poop sample, if you catch my drift.
Toward the end of her exam, a cat getting fluid in the back started YOWLING miserably and would not stop! It set Frou on edge, and Mr. Tubs was completely stressed out by the time it was his turn. He took the first shot alright, but he was so angry about the second one that he tried to squirm away and BENT THE NEEDLE – they had to get a different one out to try again. In between different exams, he would try to climb on the tech’s shoulder and just hugged her around her neck while she held onto him…
Sammie was the last to be looked over, and she was probably the calmest of the bunch, not that she liked it much better. She hates her paws being touched, and she yelped in pain with each needle prick, but she was happy when it was over and she got to leave!
I think next time, everyone goes in separately. But good news: everyone is healthy and looking great! The only caveat to that is I need to take Tubby in to get his teeth cleaned, before his next yearly checkup. I’m sure he will be thrilled.