Polly, where's your passport?
Polly is getting excited about her move to France.* She spent a painful hour and a half at the vets applying for a passport and receiving her Rabies jab. These things don't normally take longer than an hour, but there was an emergency with a diabetic dog, and there is only one vet at the practice who is qualified to issue passports. I don't think he does it very often- he was quite nervous about committing to paper, and made two errors, (TWO! Argh!) requiring scribbling out and initialing. I tried not to mind, but please...
Something unspeakable happened during the wait... A very big rottweiler did a very big poop on the waiting room floor! Yes! I had to stand at the door and hold it open to the fresh air, with Polly in her basket in my arms. One of the veterinary nurses, the smallest one, had to scoop it all up and mop around with disinfectant. I don't know why she chose to do this at a snail's pace. Polly was not impressed by the fact that all of the other customers that day were canine types, and she was being forced to spend so much time with them. And to throw in 'Poop-gate' was the ultimate insult as far as she was concerned. She performed her long low growl for the duration of our wait, with the occasional hiss. She is not a 'dog cat'. I don't know what dogs have ever done to deserve her scorn, but something might have happened in her RSPCA 'kennel'. Oh, and it was a dog, of course, that murdered her sister Cyd in the front garden last year, which she probably witnessed from the sitting room window. No, she is a long way from being a 'dog cat'.
The Rabies jab must be quite uncomfortable to receive, as Polly made quite a squirmy, screechy fuss. She retreated to the vet's scales after the injection and looked imperiously at us for a while.** She wasn't keen on returning to her basket, and, as a protest, did a little wee on her special cushion cover. I didn't tell her off... she'd been through enough.
The Rabies jab must be delivered at least 21 days before travel, so we squeezed it in just in time. Can you guess how much a cat passport and a Rabies jab costs? ***
* She's not. She doesn't suspect a thing! You have to be quiet about this, as she is not good at 'moves'. Last time we moved house, she confined herself to the window sill and hissed and spat for two weeks. It was about three months later when she finally accepted the change. If she finds out that we're going to a different country this time, she'll be furious! I thought we would be able to give her a sedative for the long journey by car/ferry, but the vet advised against this. I also thought we might obtain a large dog cage to put her in in the back of the minibus, but no, the vet advised using her usual small cat basket, with opportunities to emerge to use her litter tray within the minibus now and then. Well that's going to be pleasant, isn't it?!
** She does the imperious look quite a lot. Look at her face in the big photo. She's showing you her passport, but she also seems to be challenging you. Sometimes I feel that I just don't know her...
*** £160! O___ o
Something unspeakable happened during the wait... A very big rottweiler did a very big poop on the waiting room floor! Yes! I had to stand at the door and hold it open to the fresh air, with Polly in her basket in my arms. One of the veterinary nurses, the smallest one, had to scoop it all up and mop around with disinfectant. I don't know why she chose to do this at a snail's pace. Polly was not impressed by the fact that all of the other customers that day were canine types, and she was being forced to spend so much time with them. And to throw in 'Poop-gate' was the ultimate insult as far as she was concerned. She performed her long low growl for the duration of our wait, with the occasional hiss. She is not a 'dog cat'. I don't know what dogs have ever done to deserve her scorn, but something might have happened in her RSPCA 'kennel'. Oh, and it was a dog, of course, that murdered her sister Cyd in the front garden last year, which she probably witnessed from the sitting room window. No, she is a long way from being a 'dog cat'.
The Rabies jab must be quite uncomfortable to receive, as Polly made quite a squirmy, screechy fuss. She retreated to the vet's scales after the injection and looked imperiously at us for a while.** She wasn't keen on returning to her basket, and, as a protest, did a little wee on her special cushion cover. I didn't tell her off... she'd been through enough.
The Rabies jab must be delivered at least 21 days before travel, so we squeezed it in just in time. Can you guess how much a cat passport and a Rabies jab costs? ***
* She's not. She doesn't suspect a thing! You have to be quiet about this, as she is not good at 'moves'. Last time we moved house, she confined herself to the window sill and hissed and spat for two weeks. It was about three months later when she finally accepted the change. If she finds out that we're going to a different country this time, she'll be furious! I thought we would be able to give her a sedative for the long journey by car/ferry, but the vet advised against this. I also thought we might obtain a large dog cage to put her in in the back of the minibus, but no, the vet advised using her usual small cat basket, with opportunities to emerge to use her litter tray within the minibus now and then. Well that's going to be pleasant, isn't it?!
** She does the imperious look quite a lot. Look at her face in the big photo. She's showing you her passport, but she also seems to be challenging you. Sometimes I feel that I just don't know her...
*** £160! O___ o
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