I had another appointment with the vet yesterday.
Well, I suppose it was Cat who had the appointment if you want to be pedantic but I had to toddle along too as Cat hasn’t mastered the delicate art of driving a car.
Anyhows I was sitting there in their waiting room with Cat curled up in his travel box [he has to be curled up as it’s the only way he’ll fit]. The vet came in and was amazed to see us. They had assumed after the Friday/Saturday that Cat had used up all his nine lives and was running on empty – he was a Dead Cat Walking. They had effectively pawned me off with a corpse and had still charged for a live one.
So the vet asked how Cat was. I said he was fine apart from one thing. I said that he had stopped coughing and was breathing normally but had seemingly had a personality transplant.
Cat used to be a nasty annoying little bugger, always demanding to be fed or to be let in or out of the door. The act of getting him into his travel box was fraught with danger and virtually required a suit of armour. Since Saturday however he has taken food as and when he needed it without a single murmur. He sits at the glass door staring out at the garden but has shown little interest in having the door opened. The biggest change is that he has actually become quite affectionate with both Herself and myself and is making a more determined effort to become pals with Penny. When I opened the travel box yesterday to bring him to the vet, he happily stepped in and curled up. And he has stopped that fucking yowling that annoyed me so much.
It’s quite remarkable. He’s upstairs in bed at the moment. He has been down for his breakfast and to purr loudly at Herself. He sat for a while staring out the window before disappearing of to bed. I haven’t heard a single yowl today. Brilliant! Long may it last.
It was actually worth the small fortune I had to pay out.