Finding the cat was the hard part. On Tuesday Kara heard us mention the vet, and she spent the next 24 hours in hiding. Smart cats are a pain. Wednesday morning she was hiding under the couch. This was probably the most annoying place she could have hidden, because our house is so cramped, that it’s difficult to move the couch. We had to move a few other pieces of furniture to get the couch away from the wall, only for Kara to hide under another piece of furniture.
I thought I had her, and then she just sort of dissipated. I blinked, she turned into a dust cloud. It’s a cat thing. We spent the next half hour tearing the room upside down looking for her. Upending furniture, moving various things around, trying to catch our breath. We’re not as young as we used to be, and moving furniture around at 5 AM is not how I like to wake up. I’d closed all the doors in the house so she couldn’t run into any other rooms. But the cat was just… gone.
Finally I pulled open the curtains, and she was just sitting in the window sill, laughing at me. I picked her up and put her in the cat carrier. Usually she fights me on that part, but this time she was fairly complacent. The last few times she went to the vet, I used up half the Band-Aids in the house. This time she growled once, but didn’t struggle or scratch me. I think she’d decided I’d suffered enough. I still wound up bleeding, though. Apparently there’s an exposed nail on the back of the couch, that I scraped against trying to reach her earlier.
It was an easy enough appointment, just a follow up. She’s recovered nicely from her oral surgery two weeks ago. She no longer has any teeth, and we’re still experimenting with finding the perfect wet cat food. When we got home, Kara forgave me as soon as I let her out of the cage. I’m very thankful that she’s caught up on her shots, so this is the last time she has to see a vet for a good while.
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