You may remember that I’ve managed to keep the dreaded check up at bay for quite some time, but – even a powerful creator cat like me can only do so much when she has a caring mom who wants to be sure I’m healthy and stay healthy. So Wednesday, Fern, our vet, came to the house, and this time, I knew it wasn’t just for a visit with Mom. I knew immediately what was up when Fern didn’t even come upstairs, but headed straight for Mom’s Reiki room. That’s where they do my check ups. Go figure – I guess Mom thinks the energy there is good so it’ll make it less stressful for me. Yeah, nice try. So Fern heads downstairs, and Mom grabs me and carries me downstairs – never a good sign. I made my displeasure known, but did she let me go? Of course not. She kept telling me “it’s okay, sweetie.” Sure it is – do YOU think it’s okay when someone comes at you uninvited and pokes and prods you, and then sticks sharp needles into you and steals your blood???
Anyway. Mom puts me on the Reiki table, and Fern pretends she’s petting me. I know petting from what she was doing! She squeezed and poked at all my organs. Then she took this weird metal disk and put it against my heart. The disk had rubber tubes attached that went into Fern’s ears. Humans are so weird. And then she had the audacity to look into my mouth! Apparently she didn’t like what she saw there, because she said I have to have what they call a dental – an innocent little word for me being put in my carrier, having to ride in Mom’s car to the cat hospital, and being poked, prodded and stuck with needles while I’m there. Granted, then I get to take a nice long nap, but when I wake up, my mouth feels icky and I feel out of sorts and groggy and just really weird. It always takes the rest of the day for me to feel normal again. But I know Mom stays with me through the whole thing and she holds me while I wake up, and she takes me home as soon as she can. Mom has explained to me before how important it is that we keep my teeth and gums healthy, and I understand it – but I don’t have to like it!
But back to the check up – even after checking out my teeth, Fern still wasn’t done, sigh. I knew the worst part was yet to come. Mom kept hugging me and telling me it was okay. I growled and grumbled – I know Mom meant well, but I’m not an idiot! So then Mom put me into this seriously uncomfortable position and held on to my front leg, hard, and Fern came at me with a needle. I tried to be good, but it really hurt, and I let loose with a loud scream. I didn’t want to, because I know it upsets Mom when I cry, but yowza! After what seemed like an eternity, while I was watching my precious blood trickle into two small tubes, Fern said the magic words. “We’re done!”. Mom held on to me for a little bit longer – I know it was to make sure that my leg wouldn’t continue to bleed where they stuck the needle in me, but I was so ready to just get out of that room and away from them! I know why it’s important that they get my blood, Mom wrote an article about it a while back, but I sure wish it didn’t hurt so much. And of course the results were all perfect, just like I am. I could have told them that they would be without having to endure all that poking and prodding and being stuck with needles. Humans!
In Mom’s defense, once Fern left, I got lots of treats, and I know she felt really bad that she had to put me through this. And I do understand that it’s important to make sure that I’m healthy.
Anyway – that’s all I have to say for now. That dental thing is supposed to happen in two weeks. You can be sure I’ll have a thing or two to say about that!