I have a new cat I adopted from the local animal shelter. So, today I take the cat to the vet for an exam. The vet says the cat is a little dehydrated and wants to take its temperature. I found out something: cats really, really, really don’t like having something stuck up their butts! The cat definately took exception to this. After all the screaming and commotion died down, (me doing all the screaming and the cat doing the commoting) my sweet little kitty had gnawed the hell out of my hand. Personally, I think the vet should have been the one bitten, he’s the one who stuck the thermometer up there. Life just isn’t fair.
Fortunately, my little cat became a frozen cat statue when the vet tried to get a fecal sample from her with a rectal loop. But a couple of days later I had her on my lap, brushing her (longhaired cat), and was thinking about turning her so that I could brush her “pants” and tail. She looked at my face, turned her head slightly to follow the direction of my gaze, and whoosh… jet-puffed rocket kitty!
And I forgot to say CONGRATULATIONS on your cat adoption! I’m sure when your cat knows you better and has bonded with you, there will be a greater willingness to trust and no more shredding episodes at the vet… although I have known some cats to do a life-long Jekyll/Hyde routine with vets. But my cats have all become - I hate to say this, but it really is the right word here, so forgive me - catatonic at the vet’s.
I’d rather tackle a pissed off rottie than a pissed off cat. Cats are small and hard to restrain, and they are so damn FAST. One of my own cats is so horrible at the vet, that whenever I have to bring him in with me to do something to him, I just knock him right out. I don’t even try to restrain him physically. I love chemical restraint.
Congrats on your new addition.