Herding Cats

The vacation has begun. Getting the cats to the vet wasn’t fun. I love our vet (Dr. Bryan Gibson at Landen Maineville Animal Hospital), and everybody who works there is great. It seemed like a great idea to board the herd with the people who can best take care of them. But our cats have claws, and we’ve never taken all three out of the house at the same time.

Cleo has asthma. She was easy. She protested a little, but ultimately, she gave in. Indy and Allie were tougher. Indy has muscles like no animal I’ve seen. Roman had him, and he almost got away. Allie got away and scratched up my back along the way. I think it took about a half hour of hunting, coaxing and eventually pulling to get her into the carrier with Cleo.

After about 20 minutes of filling out and signing forms, we were all taken back to the cages. Man, they were small. Indy got a space of his own since he’s still young and rambunctious. Cleo and Allie are together in a larger space. All cats have a towel that they all lay on and a pillowcase of mine and Roman’s. Corey at the vet said that was a great idea.

The most horrible feeling in the world is leaving your babies, and having them look at you with that pleading, terrifying look. Man, it was harder than I thought it would be. But I know they’re in good hands, and if anything happens, the doctor is in.