…and why did you decide to keep him / her?
Watson was the dumpster kitty we eventually adopted who primarily remained an outdoor cat and never fully lost that innate wild streak that strays seemed to possess.
When he was still a kitten and had to get his shots, we took him to the pet store that runs the bi-monthly shot clinic. This was his first experience of anything of this kind.
The vet sensed that this was the type of cat that had to be restrained and he instructed his assistant to maintain a tight grip on the scruff of his neck --of Watson that is. She complied and all started out well.
Watson had to receive three shots and the first two went without incident. As he was about to receive his last shot, the assistant bent down close and said, “See, it’s not so bad.”
Big mistake.
Watson reacted with a jerk and freed himself from the assistant’s grip and made a bee line for the wall with the aquariums and hunkered low and away to the back of the wall.
The vet called out: “Close all doors. Close all doors.” And the customers waiting in line are now nudging each other and taking in the spectacle.
The assistant, who evidently felt bad about her part in this episode, was determined to restore order and retrieve our frightened kitty. She got down on the floor and reached back and after a brief struggle pulled the cat from out of his hiding place.
When she emerged however, her arm was bleeding from a long scratch that ran almost the length of the underside of her forearm. This was not quite a gash but more than a minor cut. My girlfriend and I were mortified but the aide proved her grit by allowing the vet to administer the last shot and then crammed Watson back into the cat carrier before having her wound tended to.
We apologized profusely thinking that the assistant might ask for our name, address, and phone number for the inevitable upcoming lawsuit. She shrugged it off and said that it these things went with the territory. We slunk our way out of the store with the customers giving a wider than usual berth.
All right, who’s next? What financial or physical damage has your animal inflicted and did you (as did we) keep the critter despite momentary second-guessing?