A Ginger Cat Day

A ginger male cat (uncut) has set himself up here as his chosen place of residence.
Not Feral....he can hear a fridge opening from 300 metres. Generally nice, and looks after his patch.......treed a visiting Staffordshire Bull Terrier a couple of weeks ago.
Anyway,the decision is made that he should be de-sexed.......the bush is full of ginger kittens.
Today was the day. So into the cat carrier he went....into the car.....and off to the vet 25 Km away.
About 2 minutes into the drive he started to yowl a bit....and then a lot more. There was a grinding crunching noise as he desintegrated the cat carrier, and then he proceeded to whizz around the car, claws drawn and making a hell of a racket. Oh Well..keep driving.
I arrived at the vet, and when he went under the seat, I dived out and asked for assistance from the vet.
" No Probs" says the vet, and suitably gloved he got into the car with a new cat carrier.
I went into the office to give the details to the receptionist, and ask that whilst he was under could they remove a cat's claw from up his nose....little details like that.
After a few minutes, the receptionist looks out the door.....says a little expletive....and says....."can you give the vet a hand" .
I go out to find the vet holding the cat by the neck....yelling......"I can't get out". His arms where the gloves don't reach are a mess. His cat carrier has a big hole in the top.......He's hit the child lock....keys are in the car.....I can't get in.....cat's screaming by now.
All I can say is "Turn the ignition on".....well I have been told a few times before....but never so loudly.
Eventually, the key gets turned....more blood....more cat screaming.....I take my shirt off.....open the door....cover the cat with my shirt, and let the vet out. He never said a word and just took the cat into the surgery.
Six hours later, when I picked up the cat, I took a steel cage, and didn't see hide nor hair of the vet.
But there was a free bonus gift!!!. A bottle of Clomicalm was provided free of charge, and the receptionist said, "The vet thought you might need these"
So, I took one for the drive home, and gave the cat two with his dinner!
Can't wait until next Wednesday, when I have to do the same trip again with another cat.

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Mick

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Bet that was one set of jewels that the vet enjoyed removing.

donna

I reckon!!.........Jeez I love my life.........Soon, I'll tell you what its like to have an Echidna want to live in your shed.......story still eveolving!

Living in a house with five cats and all have had to make trips to the vets at one time or another.

I have never had an experience like yours, but carry the memories of many a battle getting them in the carrier.

They seem to get smarter, and each time the carrier comes out they find the darnest places to hide. I have discovered while searching for the un-lucky one ,hide-away places I never knew existed.

We have tried everything from coaxing with food, backing them in (them devils have eyes in their back side I'm sure) and then the towel trick wrapped around.....don't work.

We always get them in, after many frustrating attempts and after their visit, the vet has no problem getting them in.... don't figure.

Remember this and you will never go wrong. Cats are our masters.

John

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That brings back some memories. :U I was adopted by a feral cat once. I mean truly feral. It deigned to let me feed it and every now'n'again - on very rare occasions - would permit a few pats without attempting to remove my hand at the wrist.

A mate dropped in shortly after it first took up residence and tried picking it up by the tail. :doh: Ever seen anyone pick up a whipper snipper at full throttle by the wrong end? Hehehe. I seriously doubt he'll ever try that again with any cat.

I wonder what happened to that ol' moggy? One day it simply stopped leaving me presents of dead rodents on the doorstep and I never saw it again.

Ah well. :shrug:

Very reminiscent of Horse (from footrot flats)

I agree with desexing felines but I woul think twice before tangling with any Felis Domesticus that had treed a Staffy!! :oo::o:o:no:
Painfully funny story!!

Oh Noel!!!! That had me in stitches!!!! Hope the scratches heal quickly.

Looking forward to the echidna story :)

cheers
Wendy

:laughing1:That was great Noel.
My wife is a Vet and i have attended call outs with her for some seriously tough felines so i know exactly how that Vet feels and i have the scars to prove it.

Like Wendy, looking forward to the adventures of Echidna Man. :2tsup:

larfin' and larfin' :U

:rofl: Better leave vet a bottle o' wine or few beers or something. Specially if you are planning more visits. Strange how cats can levitate isn't it. I liked Skews image of "grabbing whipper sniper at the wrong end".:D

.22 neuters the filthy things at a safe distance and is a helluva lot cheaper and easier.

Yep, the ginger cat (o'Rielly) has certainly come up in me estimations.
Funny thing though, when I paid the bill I got 10% discount , as the receptionist saw my Gold Card in my wallet. Bet the vet would hate that!

As much as I hate cats loved the story Noel looking forward to Echnidna ooops I mean Echidna story (the other we know is cantankerous OF )

Apparently you can desex a cat by cutting of the tip of its tail....about 2 inches behind the ears.:D

So when do we see a pic of O'Reilly? And your war wounds?

A pic of the offending beastie - pre-op.
I've got hardly any wounds to show.....dunno about the vet though!

Loved the story watson, laughed!

Bet the vet nailed 'em to the surgery door as a trophy.

Ginger looks like it is saying "I will pose but don't mess with me".

Really nice color and fur, hard to believe such a pretty cat has such a disagreeable side.

Then I think.... I would put up a stink if this operation was going to happen to me. :) :)

It's a cats world, ...... I guess as humans we have to adjust.

Geoff
"Apparently you can desex a cat by cutting of the tip of its tail....about 2 inches behind the ears."

It would take more than one person "gotta see that person after ther fight".
My money is on the cat. :) :)

Have a great day!
John

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Originally Posted by prozac

Loved the story watson, laughed!

Bet the vet nailed 'em to the surgery door as a trophy.

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Good, we all need a laugh....me especially!...The vet didn't remove them as I can see in the cold light of day......they are now a huge protrusion from his nether regions. No stitch removal required. Don't understand the procedure....but I think it may have been like ringing lambs....gasp!!

Wonderful story.:2tsup:
My previous cat didn't like the carry cage either. If he saw a suitcase being readied for a holiday he would disappear. We had to lock him on our veranda before you started to pack so he could be found to take to the boarding place.

Ginger Mick O'Reilly treed a bully, well now I am waiting for his bout minus testickulators with the echidna. That should give him a few pointers.:D

Thank you for having him nutted, even if it was a bit too late.:cool:

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Originally Posted by watson

The vet didn't remove them as I can see in the cold light of day......they are now a huge protrusion from his nether regions. No stitch removal required. Don't understand the procedure....

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Maybe he just kicked him between the legs for all the trouble.

My cats come to a whistle but they bugga off for days if I even mention the word vet.

prozac

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Originally Posted by Terry B

Wonderful story.:2tsup:
My previous cat didn't like the carry cage either. If he saw a suitcase being readied for a holiday he would disappear. We had to lock him on our veranda before you started to pack so he could be found to take to the boarding place.

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The Siamese I grew up with was similarly psychic. To make it worse, regulations required that he be taken for a cat flu injection 10 days before the trip to the cattery, and he was no fool, so it was not just "hide the suitcase............."

Regarding the vet bit, our local bloke had a suggestion which worked great: Take the old style mesh orange bag, (we had them in South Africa, am assuming they were here as well?).

While the moggy is calm and unsuspecting, con him into putting his nose in, and follow the rest of him in. Once you get the front feet in, the other bits sort of follow. He wedges himself into the far corner, but since he is restrained, but can still see, he remains amazingly calm. Doesn't help with the voice tho', as anyone who knows Siamese can attest.

Vet can handle him, do most examinations through the mesh, and in our case, slip him the needle, without the moggy having any say in it, bar the yelling. Never got to understand "cat", but could tell heaps from the tone of voice.

After he got home the same way, you could cut the tie on the closed end, and winkle it open, while pointing the danger end out the door. Once he got enough purchase, he would shuck the sack and depart at pace, (and volume). After an hour or so to recover his dignity and temper, he would stalk back in, and demand his usual homage. It was advisable to treat him with caution for a while, as he would still be cranky, and not averse to letting you know it.

regards

Funny as Noel.

Just a word of caution though - we've been using Clomicalm with one of our cats for a few years now (poor bugger is as screwed in the head as his owners). However, we've been fighting for the last few weeks trying to keep him alive - something has shot his liver and although we have no specific evidence that it was the long term use of Clomicalm, the vet has told us not to continue with it in case it was.

The liver on ultrasound looks like a TV static picture apparently. We think the cat will survive - he seems to be on the mend (eating again), but dropped 30% of his bodyweight in a few short weeks (he got very heavy on Clomicalm) before we caught the problem. Anorexia in cats is pretty deadly.

So he's eating again, and completely psychotic now he's off his meds. Fits right in here!

Thanks Stuart!
He only got the two with his dinner......the rest I may try on "Cuthbert".....another drop by cat....who is just a tad bi-polar.....being a "dog person" all my life....I really don't have any idea what these critters are all about.

Stuart: So he's eating again, and completely psychotic now he's off his meds. Fits right in here!

With 5 cats, 1 daughter, 1 son, 1 wife (that is all they allow), a family of racoons, plus any other stray. :)
I have a saying "you do not need to be crazy to live here, but it sure helps".

John

Watson
Dogs are good,.... loyal, obedient, a friend for life, give their life for you, always wanting to be with you and so many other qualities good and bad.

Now a cat has a disposition, independant, be with you when it wants, sleeps the bulk of it's life, is prepared to take on anything that invades it territory and most of all hates carriers.

So you see cats are a challenge! So lovable!!!!! :)

John

G'day John,
Somebody once told me that people have dogs.......cats have staff.

And I'm it!

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Originally Posted by Skew ChiDAMN!!

I wonder what happened to that ol' moggy? One day it simply stopped leaving me presents of dead rodents on the doorstep and I never saw it again.

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Scew, I've lived in Croydon for 25 years or so. If that little feral left about 15 years ago, and was a grey tabby, I'm pleased to report that he landed at our place, and still enjoys a life of comparative luxury. Two morning feeds and three evening feeds on average, plus a set out back that attract most passing golfers. Gets on well with the indoor cats etc. and possum as well. Still lucky to be granted permission to pat his skull when placing a meal in front of him though.

We planned his vet visit very carefully, enough tranqulisers to drop a shephard the vet said, mixed into his food and taken, welding gloves, crush cage, the works.

Hungry varmint ate his breaky and dope, then settle for the morning sunbake. Wanted to do a runner 30 min later when we armed up to collect him, but couldn't stand or co-ordinate 4 paws because of he dope.
When I managed to grab him, he turned into a veritable Spitfire, screaming, hissing, kicking and scratching for all he was worth. Never got his tail into that cage, let alone the rest of him. Finally broke free and fled into the woodheap down the back, didn't come back till he was starving 3 days later.

Still doesn't trust me much 12 years later, but regular feeds are great medicine

Check this, all you cat/dog lovers. :) :)

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHXBL6bzAR4"]YouTube - An Engineer's Guide to Cats[/ame]

John

Smirking Loudly john!!!

And I thought this only happened to me.:U