Day 52 - Furry Mama - Cats - Vets - Hmmmmmm!

Furry Mama made a really big mistake when she was given Hinge and Bracket as her Wedding Present from Calum five-and-a-half years ago. They were rescue kittens. Probably about twelve or so weeks old at the time. Terrified of the world. Her intention was to take them out and about in their cat basket so that they got used to it and the car. She didn't do it. Big mistake. BIG.

The only time that they have ever been in their basket is to be driven home and to go to the vets. Result. Cat basket equals pure terror. Today they needed to go for their annual jabs. Well actually, they didn't. It could have waited a couple of weeks. But today Baggy had two text messages from the vet reminding her that their jabs were due. She's so stressed at the moment that she knows that if she doesn't do stuff almost immediately, she totally forgets to do (whatever) it (is). She blames Hormonal Hannah for this. Truth is though that Hinge is SO fat, that Baggy can barely lift the two of them in their basket, even with a fully functioning arm. Plus she can't drive. So as Calum was home, today seemed like a good day to take them. Clever Bird made a last minute appointment for one hours time from the phone call.

Clever Bird asked Calum to go and retrieve the cat basket from the shed. He still had his boots on after walking Minty Mutt. Baggy had already discarded hers. (The Domestic Goddess gets hoity-toity if people tread mud around the house, but Calum hasn't quite got this memo yet). As he was heading out of the kitchen door, Clever Bird yelled, "Whatever you do don't let the cats out or we'll be stuffed!" Now Furry Mama is pretty sure that Bracket kat speaks English. Both cats were upstairs at the time. As she uttered these immortal words, Bracket shot downstairs and charged between Baggy's legs. Shot across the kitchen. Got to the back door, just as Calum opened it. His boot did not prevent her from shooting out of the house! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

 

The next thirty minutes was spent with Calum and Furry Mama alternately trying to persuade Bracket to come back in. But she knew something was amiss. Every time Clever Bird thought she was on her way in, she shot off. Furry Mama decided to phone the vets and cancel the appointment. Calum told her to give it one last try. She walked all the way up the garden calling her. No good. Give up. She walked back to the house, to see Bracket walking back out of the kitchen via the open door. Hmmmm! Bracket let Furry Mama pick her up. Oh the guilt!!!!! Back door shut. Cat basket hidden. Calum scooped Bracket up and got her in the basket. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. At the top of her voice. Great. Warn Hinge why don't you? Calum managed to collect Hinge from upstairs. Next trick. Get Hinge in the basket while stopping Bracket from getting out. Failed. Hinge put one paw in each corner. Then escaped. Shot upstairs. Fortunately, she stopped half way up rather than hiding under a bed. Furry Mama managed to pick her up. But all her front claws were firmly attached to the stair carpet. Baggy finally detached her. Hurt her arm in the process.

 

Calum sat the basket on its end. Dropped Hinge in. On top of poor Bracket. Needs must! Even Calum could barely lift it! Hinge is not small. She takes after her Furry Mama and Dad. Big boned.

 

 

The meowing all the way to the vets was heart breaking. But once Calum could actually now persuade them to get out of the basket, they just freeze. Bless them. No clawing. No spitting. Nothing. They become perfect patients because they are so scared. Jabs given. Lecture received. AGAIN! Because they are both over weight. Bracket (the skinny one) is 7/9. Hinge is 9/9. Oh dear. Various toys bought by Furry Mama on the way home. Plus they are both now on the Slimming World diet for cats! Well at least Baggy has burnt off a few extra calories from all the drama.......