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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Vet visit

Took Frodo to the vet. When I grabbed the carrier both cats ran under the bed. Then they ran around the rocking chair and up the refridgerator. I took Frodo before he jumped up to the cupboards. Precious already made it and hissed at me. He didn't struggle too much and got him in the carrier fairly easily. I told the vet nurse he knows what is going to happen. He didn't get much of an inspection (eyes, ears, and teeth) being that he refused to get out of the carrier. He meausred at 13.4 pounds, 15 is top cat weight. I grabbed him up but his toe caught on the wires and he unleased his claw to hang on and jump back in. The vet nurse scuffed him and lifted him out. Scruffing is when you tightly grab the back of an animal's neck, if you didn't know that. Temperature taken with an ear thing and heart beat heard in addition to his panting in fear. Got his shots and he sprinted to the carrier.

He was quiet in car except when I stopped, both ways. Precious ran away from the carrier and hissed at me. He jumped up on the cupboards and hissed at me getting nourishment out of the fridge. Then he started hissing and growling at Frodo and has been doing that all day. I just heard him scream that cat fight scream when Frodo tried to play with him out on the balcony. We had a good snuggle time so I don't know what Precious' problem is. Poor Frodo doesn't know what he did wrong, he keep trying to approach to play. He was carried away, poked and prodded, and now Precious is growling at him. Now Frodo is pawing at at his tail and Precious is growling. I tried to play with the laser light but Frodo refused to chase it into the room Precious was in. It rained today so changed my t-short to a sweatshirt and then it stopped, warmed up and I'm hot hot in my sweatshirt, but I didn't want to change again.

Went to sister's house to do laundry. Niece has gotten new glasses, blue like Aunt Jordan. She has some new Tinkerbell sandals on the wrong feet. I notice she does that a lot, but that's a four-year-old for ya. She loves that Tinkerbell. Well better go to bed now. I'm in my jammies and getting cooled off. Later.

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