It’s Springtime and that has come to mean one thing to me- lots of trips to the Vet’s Office for me and my cats.

Every year one of them ends up with some cut or scratch that ends up becoming some gooey mess that smells bad and looks worse and if you think that’snot awful enough YOU try to fit a cat into a box or a crate before they try to eat your fingers off of your hand (  None of my cats are scratchers- and they’ve got all their claws.  They’re just biters I guess. )

Last week my cat Blitzer came home with this open wound on his face and before I could get close enough to see it I caught a whiff and I’ll be darned.

Spring MUST be here.

Anyway…

He looked at me.

I looked at him.

This time he didn’t wait to see the Travel Box before he tried to wrap himself around my arm- he just went for it.

Well.

It saved me the effort into catching a cat  that spends most of his time in trees and always seems to be in one when a trip to the Vet’s office is in order.

Anyway it turns out I’d actually cleaned Blitzer up pretty good and drained the wound well enough so all we had to do at the Vets was to get some meds.

I was standing at the counter in reception waiting to pay the bill when this guy next to me starts asking the receptionist questions about his dog’s overnight stay after her surgery.

To be specific he didn’t want her to stay overnight- she doesn’t do well in strange places he said.

While we were waiting I’d let Blitzer out of the box- here’s the strange thing about Blitzer, when I take him places he’ll stay with me. I can’t even trust my dogs off their leash but Blitzer my cat?

Not a problem.

So the guy is talking and Blitzer is watching him from the other end of the counter to my left when I noticed the antibiotic is sort of running out his wound and down his jaw and without thinking I sort of push it back in and wipe my finger on the back of my jeans.

This guy stops talking about his dog for a few seconds and looks from me to Blitzer and back to Blitzer again and starts talking about his dog.

Then he stops again and says, ” Ma’am, your cat…”

I look over at Blitzer and his face is dripping a bit so I pick him up set him down on one of those paper towel things and say ” thanks. “

Blitzer turns so that he’s sitting with his back towards me and he’s watching this guy talk.

From the way Blitzer’s ears are  swivleing and the way his tail is moving from side to side I know…

Blitzer is stalking this guy the same way he stalks birds.

Weird.

I start to write the check and I’m setting up some appointments for checkups for Blitzer and his brothers when The Guy With The Insecure dog says, ” Excuse me, but your cat…”

” Yeah? “

” It’s nothing… really…but he’s dripping a little.”

Jeeze…Blitzer is tweaking this guy.

” Get back in- ” I tell Blitzer and I push the box around a little so Blitzer knows it’s time to go.

He’s not moving, he’s just watching this guy like he’s lunch.

” Cut it out…” I tell my cat.

When Blitzer doesn’t move I grab his tail near his back and pull him towards me-  he doesn’t move a muscle just sits there until he’s across the counter to my right and I can see his face.

” I said get into the box. “

He takes a good long look at the Guy With The Insecure Dog and sort of oozes his way into the box. But he keeps his head up enough to wear the tips of his ears are still just above the rim.

I slam the lid down and shrug.

” Cats. ” Is all I can think to say.

I pay the bill grab the little bag of meds and before I’m out the door I can hear this guy say to the receptionist, ” Okay, if she has to stay she has to stay. But look, that cat isn’t going to be here, is it? “

 

Blitzer…and yes his eyes REALLY

glow like that…

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