I’m sitting in the vet’s
office with a very unhappy young feline. She was okay in the car; a little curious
but not overly concerned. Now her tail is fluffed up like a feather duster and
she’s growling, a sound I’ve never heard from her before. The instrument poking
into her ears was bad enough, the prodding and squeezing of her abdomen was
worse, and then came the rabies shot and the growling if you accidentally touch
her where it now hurts.
To top things off,
this is only the preliminary round. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s getting
spayed in two weeks. That’s when things will really get ugly.