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Oh God, not more cat pictures?
Links rather than posting directly to the pictures, so you don't have to be forced to see them. :)
Ready to bat the string, almost like one of those Japanese beckoning cats.
This is as close as we're getting to TEH EVAL DOORSTOP tonight.
CAT. IN. PERSPECTIVE-IVE-IVE-IVE-IVE.
No, I don't have a magic anti-reflective camera flash. That's me going in with Photoshop and making her pupils black.
She had her first vet visit tonight, and it was fairly non-traumatic, except for the part where it took three of us to hold her down and pill her. The shots were OK, taking the temperature was distasteful, but when the door was closed and she was allowed to wander around the examination room, she was perfectly fine, especially when she could go sit in the corner with her back to two walls. This is unusual for cats I've owned - growing up, when we took either of our two cats to the vet, it was like one of those feral cats you see on Animal Cops. You know - the ones where some old lady has about seventy cats living in one house, and they're all feral because they haven't had any human contact, so the ASPCA officers have to catch them with those catchpoles and stuff them into cardboard boxes, and then the vet technicians reach into the boxes (always without protective gloves - I'm impressed), grab the scruff of the neck, and haul out this hissing, spitting ball of fury with four legs outstretched and spinning around in a 360 degree Ball of Furry Death, claws and teeth slashing and biting anything that gets within reach? Our visits to the vet were like that with our previous two cats. This cat settling down on the counter and licking her fur was the strangest sight I'd ever seen, and something I wasn't expecting.
The vet thinks she's about a year old, and she looks to be perfectly healthy, except for a tapeworm, but the pill was for that, so that'll be taken care of soon.
Oh -- and she's a talker. Especially at FOUR-THIRTY IN THE FRICKIN' MORNING WHEN ALL SHE WANTS TO DO IS PLAY.
Ready to bat the string, almost like one of those Japanese beckoning cats.
This is as close as we're getting to TEH EVAL DOORSTOP tonight.
CAT. IN. PERSPECTIVE-IVE-IVE-IVE-IVE.
No, I don't have a magic anti-reflective camera flash. That's me going in with Photoshop and making her pupils black.
She had her first vet visit tonight, and it was fairly non-traumatic, except for the part where it took three of us to hold her down and pill her. The shots were OK, taking the temperature was distasteful, but when the door was closed and she was allowed to wander around the examination room, she was perfectly fine, especially when she could go sit in the corner with her back to two walls. This is unusual for cats I've owned - growing up, when we took either of our two cats to the vet, it was like one of those feral cats you see on Animal Cops. You know - the ones where some old lady has about seventy cats living in one house, and they're all feral because they haven't had any human contact, so the ASPCA officers have to catch them with those catchpoles and stuff them into cardboard boxes, and then the vet technicians reach into the boxes (always without protective gloves - I'm impressed), grab the scruff of the neck, and haul out this hissing, spitting ball of fury with four legs outstretched and spinning around in a 360 degree Ball of Furry Death, claws and teeth slashing and biting anything that gets within reach? Our visits to the vet were like that with our previous two cats. This cat settling down on the counter and licking her fur was the strangest sight I'd ever seen, and something I wasn't expecting.
The vet thinks she's about a year old, and she looks to be perfectly healthy, except for a tapeworm, but the pill was for that, so that'll be taken care of soon.
Oh -- and she's a talker. Especially at FOUR-THIRTY IN THE FRICKIN' MORNING WHEN ALL SHE WANTS TO DO IS PLAY.
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I'm hoping this means she'll get up a bit later in the morning, but I'm afraid that she was just really tired after the vet visit and slept in for an hour and a half and 4:30 is her normal time to wake up. I'm doing my best to do what they say and Not Respond in Any Way to her yowling, because *any* response is encouraging to cats, so *maybe* she'll learn that yowling doesn't do anything.
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Oh and yes, that cat's a talker, so I know what you mean there....
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That must be so much fun for you...
What did you decide to name her?