Last week the girls turned two. They have been with us 15 months now and how they have changed in that time.
Yesterday, we took our lovely ladies to the vets for their annual jabs.
After the performance last year (see here) I was hoping that it would be better this time – how wrong could I be?
Poppy, like last year, proved to be a right little madam. I struggled to get her out of her box and then the battle really started.
The vet wanted to look at her teeth, listen to her heart (by which time it was racing!!), all the usual checks. As soon as the vet touched her Poppy turned into a hissing, growling, furball of sheer temper. Such was her temper, that I struggled to hold her! Her fury increased as the vet gave her a worming pill, injections and drops up her nose. Once again, my arms bear the scratches that I have come to associate with a trip to the vet.
Mango, in complete contrast, was an absolute angel, although she showed her disapproval by spitting the worming pill back at the vet.
As we were leaving the vet said to us “didn’t you know, ginger cats have a better temperament?”
Poppy has spent today sulking and might, if I’m lucky, acknowledge my presence again sometime soon.
1 comment:
Lovely story Lesley,
Just as typical a cat can get! :)
However, like Simba, very adorable and interesting.
It's good to hear that they both are doing well.
Greetings!
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