I was dreading it, yesterday’s visit to Mr. Fluffle’s vet, but as it turned out, there was no need to anticipate the worst.
His former owner, a friend, and I brought him to the vet a week ago for a check-up and blood work. We got a call a couple of days later that the lab dropped the sample, so I had to schedule a second appointment.
My friend had offered to help me get him in his carrier. This sounds silly, he’s only 15 pounds, but this early in our getting to know each other, he can be unpredictable: the other day, he bit me while I was brushing him.
I’d asked Peter if Robert the cat person could help me but never got an answer, and yesterday afternoon, my friend called to ask, did I really need her since she was at work off Cape and didn’t want to leave her office quite yet.
Long story already too long, I got Mr. Fluffles into his carrier with no problem at all. The hardest part was getting him from the house to the truck: 15 pounds plus carrier is a lot of dead weight.
The vet’s office was almost empty, so they were able to take us right away. Mr. Fluffles permitted the sample to be taken without anesthesia and he was ravenous when we got back to the house, so I gave him his supper early.
He fell asleep for a couple of hours and for the first time in months, I actually slept through the night myself.