Yowling, growling, hissing, scratching, trembling and crying. Each of those terms can be used at least once to describe my cats’ trips to the cat vet. Of course, the crying is all me. My husband has to come with us because their distress gets me too teary-eyed to drive safely.
Gabby is by far the easiest of the three. While she does not particularly enjoy the cat carrier or riding in the car, her vocalizations often border on the curious. She seems to take some interest in experiencing the journey and investigating every inch of the examination room once we’re safely inside. She rarely hisses or scratches at the vet or his techs. She does do a lot of trembling—in conjunction with purring. One vet described her as “the most confused kitty I’ve ever met.”
As anyone who has read previous posts knows, Tegan is a feisty girl. However, all that bravado falls away when the latch clicks on the cat carrier. She yowls ceaselessly both to and from the veterinary office. My husband says she “blubbers like a fat girl.” All I know is the sound breaks my heart. Once in the exam room, she displays moderate curiosity. She’s quick to let the vet know who is boss and usually ends up in a blanket burrito before the end of her exam.
Jez, on the other hand, is an enigma. Less of a veterinary fan than Gabby but more composed than Tegan, she weathers the car ride mostly in silence, emitting only the occasional plaintive meow. Once at the vet’s office, things always go one of two ways. If she is allowed to take her time coming out of the carrier, she generally behaves like a lady throughout the exam. However, should an unwary tech decide to extricate her before she is ready, she turns into a whirling dervish—and it can take three or more of the vet’s staff to catch and subdue her. Needless to say, we choose our vets wisely.
How do your furry friends behave at the vet? We’d love to hear your stories in the comments.