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Saturday, November 30, 2002

 
5:40 PM: [#] [0]

well, that was traumatic. i called the vet and they said to bring amelia in immediately and though they were very busy and closed at 1 and took their last patient at 12:30, if i could get in before they closed they'd be sure to see her.

that meant i had to get dressed, nuke a beef tamale, grab a stool sample (lots of that laying about), put her collar on, and stuff her into the cat carrier. after much complaining in the car (fortunately, just down the street!), she quieted down in the waiting room.

the staff kept calling her "amelia bedelia" and asked if i had kids. filling out the paperwork, i realized how little i know about her. the only other person in the waiting room tells me about one of her cats cat whose leg was amputated because of a giant tumour on its shoulder. "do you watch animal planet?" she asked, and seems disappointed i don't get that channel.

then whitey the dog ran out of exam room 1 and i expected there to be much hissing and growling from amelia, but not one peep! not even an uncomfortable shifting in the carrier. but all the cat smells made him click his teeth together oddly and repeatedly.

the quiet didn't continue when she was in the exam room, however. after all that struggle to get her in the cat carrier before we left, she deeply resented being taken out to be weighed (12.3 lbs!) and voluntarily wiggled her way back in after the assistant left. while we were waiting for the actual vet, i took tess out and played music for her while i was writing. i figured it would seem more like home if i did: me clicking away while music played in the background. though she was glaring, she seemed quiet enough.

so i was entirely unprepared for the hysterics when the vet came in. i don't know if she's had previous experience with vets, but yikes! she wouldn't let us take her out of the carrier, and the vet even had big leather gloves on. there was hissing, growling, shrieking, batting, squirming, flailing, biting. eventually the vet just had to let her be. she said the stool sample came back negative for parasites, so based on what i had told her and the fact that amelia was so "feisty and energetic," she was going to guess it was colitis and gave me a prescription for flagyl.

and then i came home and cleaned. everything. i've just now finished. amelia, who has been mostly hiding in the bathroom and under the bed since we got back, is finally back out lounging in the living room. i have to go to trader joe's to get cat food.