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Tuesday, March 06, 2012
I have a cat named Cara that I found in the parking lot of our Walmart 10 yrs ago. She was this little ball of fluff that purred like crazy when I picked her up. Cara was raised with my Great Dane (Kalli) and my German Shephard (Collin). She was never around other cats cause no one in my family owned cats.
When I took her to the vets for her checkups the vet would turn on the tap and run water to try and get Cara to stop purring so she could listen to her heart. Never had a problem with her acting up. That lasted for 5 yrs until one time I took her in and it was cat day at the vets. Not a dog in sight just cats every where. That is when I found out that Cara does not like other cats. I heard this noise coming from her carrier and I had to stop and listen to figure out what it was. It was Cara growling! I had never heard her growl before that day. From that day on she has turned into this growling, hissing ball of ticked off cat when we go to the vets.
Well, she had to go to the vets today for her rabies shot. She was fine until we went into the exam room and then I heard the tell tale rumble coming from her carrier. I got her out and was scratching her while the tech came up behind her and put the shield around her head.
The vet wanted to do blood work to check for senior issues so I said sure. Well, they take the blood from the neck. Oh man was that ever some growling and carrying on. The vet also gave me a topical wormer for her. I am so glad that they finally came out with a topical for that. I really was not crazy about giving her pills. I never knew if I would come out of it with all my fingers still attached. I told the vet and the techs that I would rather face a charging German Shephard than try to give a cat a pill. Well, needless to say they all started laughing at me. The only other thing that the vet pointed out was a little tarter build up on her teeth. Now if someone would only come up with a rawhide for cats! Finally it was all over and she could go back in her carrier. She growled and grumbled at me the whole way home. She wanted nothing to do with me when we got home, until I opened up the can of cat food to feed her her dinner. Then she was ready to make nice. So now I am good for another year and then I can see the change in her again.
This is Cara outside by one of my flower beds. I don't let her run loose, she is in a harness and on a tie out and I am out there with her.