Spa Treatments

I consider myself a pretty reasonable gal, so when faced with the reality that I was going to have to spend a lot of time and money on my cat, I decided to postpone it until after I got back from my family vacation. My vet agreed with me intimating, that waiting another week wouldn’t kill him, so we made plans to take Lex for his spa treatment the Monday I got back, which was today.

Little Pigs all in a Row

I know that I’ll have to give him shots twice a day, so I’m planning on giving them during his breakfast and dinner. He can be relied upon to wake me up between 5:30am and 6:30am for his breakfast with incessant yowling. In terms of his insulin, this schedule is wonderful because I’m usually back at home 12 hours later, so everything will work out if we can keep the schedule.

I’m not sure that everything will work out though because this morning he began crying to be fed at 4am. I’m all about the virtues of getting up early, but 4am is unacceptable unless there are stables to muck and chickens to feed. After 45 minutes of scratching and yowling, I had to lock him out of the room. When I got up to feed him at 7, he had cried himself hoarse, which would be pitiful if he hadn’t made me get up at such an ungodly hour.   

By the time I had him in his carrier to go to the vet, he had rested his vocal chords enough to begin crying again.

It occurs to me that certain kitties who are about to undergo expensive therapies ought not wake their owners up in the middle of the night. I hope that once his blood sugar levels out he’ll feel better and let me sleep until at least 6. If he did that I could just stay up and work out, or do something else that would allow me to be smug for the rest of the day. He’d be like a little rooster.

It is time to feed your Lex. Then you may go to Zumba. 

He was very good at the vet, as he always is. Amy assured me that he’d be in a little kitty condo on the second floor of the vet office. Away from the stress of barking dogs.   I only hope that he behaves with the techs and manages to keep quiet for at least some of the time he’s not being paid attention to.  In many ways he’s like a client.

He's going to have to be more than cute to make up for his annoying screeching.