Yoshi is such a sassy little shit at home but when in the car turns into a spaz. The noises that come from her body are somewhat alarming and pitiful. They are also quite funny. Siamese are particularly vocal and are able to pull off some quite surprising yodeling effects. I laughed my ass off the whole drive. She only yells on the way over and knows that the second ride means we’re homeward bound and is nice and quiet for that part. Smart AND freaky.
I use the SPCA vet for routine visits as they are the cheapest way to go. I have read tales of veterinary woe on many blogs and have discovered that my city is heinously expensive for animal health care. My little visit today was $200. I can kiss my new leather jacket goodbye. L But that stinky fucker is worth it. And not being jolted from sound sleep into full nausea when she yawns in my face will be nice too.
Smell was the theme of the day as when I was in the treatment room a dog patient crapped all over the waiting area. They cleaned it all up by the time I had to wait there while they shaved my pussy (Yoshi, you sickos!) to draw blood. I am exceptionally squeamish at the best of times and the lovely olfactory combination of dog doo and disinfectant was more then I could bear. To cope I had to stand in the doorway and mouth breathe my way past my gag reflex. I am a delicate flower.
I felt so bad about taking the cat to the vet as I could totally relate with everything she was going through. Poor thing was so terrified she tried to shred my jacket and climb into my armpit. I think I might have done that to my mom at a couple of my cancer clinic appointments. Anyway, everybody at the vet office loved her because she is so cute. The lady that took her blood kissed her head. Yoshi was so good to me when I was sick with chemo so today I gave her lots of kisses and love and cuddles when we got home to try to make it up to her.
The chilliest of cold shoulders...