(Or taking your cat to the vets)

Garfield_CarlyonMy son had to take his young cat (a ginger male tom) to the vets the other week.  The cat was throwing up a white frothy substance.  The vet kept the cat in for observation.  When we went to pick the cat up we were presented with a £90 bill and an explanation:

The vets wanted to give fluids intravenously and the first vet tried to put a catheter into the cat’s leg and promptly almost needed stitches to hand and arm wounds.

The second vet wrapped a towel around the cat and thought she had almost managed to do it until the cat escaped from the towel and with claws flailing wildly scrambled up the vet’s chest and over her shoulder and away to freedom.

After cornering "the brute" the third vet calmed him down and gently introduced him to the catheter and told him what she was going to do with it whereby the cat sank four sets of claws into her leg and would not let go!

It was at this point that they gave up and just gave the cat saline injections (several) over the next few hours along with antibiotics.  He was charged for the wasted catheter along with all the injections, ortho bandage, surgical tape etc.  Just for the record, what has my son called his cat?  Garfield! And Pauline's Garfield would have been proud!

It was only when my son had Garfield at home the following day and went to feed him some kitty milk that he discovered that the milk was "off" and curdled.  The previous carton must have been just on the turn and that was why he was sick.  A visit to the supermarket where the milk had been purchased resulted in all of the cartons being pulled from the shelves and a promise to pay the vet's bill.  Garfield made a full recovery by the way.


P.S:

My son's cat was named Garfield because he looks like the cartoon version and when he was a kitten he did a kamikaze dive into a plate of Spaghetti Bolognese (ok, it's not lasagne but close).

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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