It also reminds me of the first time I tried to put Erica kitteh in her carrier. Not being wise to her feelings I did not put the carrier in a small confined space. What followed was almost the complete destruction of our entire house. It was seriously hilarious. Couches pulled out, curtains ripped down, chairs overturned. I'm like all, "What the hell? Two full grown adults vs a 6 lb cat and the cat is winning?" We now know better and put her carrier in the bathroom, I swiftly grab her by the scruff and stuff her in head first. Then when we get to the vet she's like, "Oh, hell noes, I'm not getting out of the carrier." However, she's super well behaved and compliant with the vet which surprises him since torties are not known for being easy going.
Adrienne, I learned that lesson early. I would put them into the master closet which was beside the master bath. 2 doors to get through. Like an airlock. Then I'd bring the carriers to the bath, close the batch door and open the closet door. They didn't fight a lot, they knew they were defeated.
Yea, we could do anything to our cats when they were on the vet table. And no problem getting them back into the carrier.
With me it depended on the cat. Most of them were pretty cooperative when it came time to go to the vet. I moved black-and-white Mau Mau all the way from the northeast to Florida. It wasn't hard getting him into the carrier, BUT he howled, scratched, kicked and made a terrible ruckus for the first hundred-fifty miles. Of course I talked soothingly to him and tried to reassure him, but he stayed upset foe a long while, than suddenly settled down, cured up, went sleep, and was good as gold.
I was worried about taking him into the motel the first night out, but amazingly after I put his litter box in place in the bathroom, and his food out in front of the sink outside the bathroom, and let him out, all he did was walk slowly and quietly all around the perimeter of the room, ate from his dish, then curied up with me to watch TV just as we did at home. Later he left the bed, went straight the letterbox, did his business neatly, and came back to watch more TV.
In the morning I had no trouble getting hm into the carrier, and off we went. Breakfast from the drive-through at McDonalds went off without a hitch, and the rest of the trip went easily.
Mau Mau wa a good cat. Very sadly he developed cancer a short time later, and had to be put to sleep. I'd only had him three years. SAD! But you can do just so much. He was mature when he came out of the woods wanting to find a home. I never knew how old he was. It didn't matter. At least he was loved and cared after I got ahold of him –– or was that the other way 'round? ;-)
Adrienne, File that truck under "When men get bored". I like it. Put a trailer on the back that's decked out like Air Force One and go RV-ing in style.
Or how about the article I read once about giving your kitteh a bath. You were supposed to get naked and in the tub with your kitteh. Were they f'ing crazy??? Naked with a cat in the tub??? Ummmmmmmmmm NO!
Of all the cats we had, we had one that did enjoy the water. Dave, a white cat loved to float around in the big tub we used to wash the black lab. Shoulda got a little pair of sunglasses for him, that would have made a good pic.
LMAO ...
ReplyDeleteEDS, does that mean those cats belong to Ed?
NO!
DeleteSo funny!
ReplyDeleteIt also reminds me of the first time I tried to put Erica kitteh in her carrier. Not being wise to her feelings I did not put the carrier in a small confined space. What followed was almost the complete destruction of our entire house. It was seriously hilarious. Couches pulled out, curtains ripped down, chairs overturned. I'm like all, "What the hell? Two full grown adults vs a 6 lb cat and the cat is winning?"
DeleteWe now know better and put her carrier in the bathroom, I swiftly grab her by the scruff and stuff her in head first. Then when we get to the vet she's like, "Oh, hell noes, I'm not getting out of the carrier." However, she's super well behaved and compliant with the vet which surprises him since torties are not known for being easy going.
Adrienne, I learned that lesson early. I would put them into the master closet which was beside the master bath. 2 doors to get through. Like an airlock. Then I'd bring the carriers to the bath, close the batch door and open the closet door. They didn't fight a lot, they knew they were defeated.
DeleteYea, we could do anything to our cats when they were on the vet table. And no problem getting them back into the carrier.
With me it depended on the cat. Most of them were pretty cooperative when it came time to go to the vet. I moved black-and-white Mau Mau all the way from the northeast to Florida. It wasn't hard getting him into the carrier, BUT he howled, scratched, kicked and made a terrible ruckus for the first hundred-fifty miles. Of course I talked soothingly to him and tried to reassure him, but he stayed upset foe a long while, than suddenly settled down, cured up, went sleep, and was good as gold.
DeleteI was worried about taking him into the motel the first night out, but amazingly after I put his litter box in place in the bathroom, and his food out in front of the sink outside the bathroom, and let him out, all he did was walk slowly and quietly all around the perimeter of the room, ate from his dish, then curied up with me to watch TV just as we did at home. Later he left the bed, went straight the letterbox, did his business neatly, and came back to watch more TV.
In the morning I had no trouble getting hm into the carrier, and off we went. Breakfast from the drive-through at McDonalds went off without a hitch, and the rest of the trip went easily.
Mau Mau wa a good cat. Very sadly he developed cancer a short time later, and had to be put to sleep. I'd only had him three years. SAD! But you can do just so much. He was mature when he came out of the woods wanting to find a home. I never knew how old he was. It didn't matter. At least he was loved and cared after I got ahold of him –– or was that the other way 'round? ;-)
Kudos to you, Kid!
ReplyDeleteMystere, Glad you liked.
DeleteHere's one for ya, Kid
ReplyDeletehttps://www.roadandtrack.com/car-culture/a29991200/thor24-big-rig-sells-for-12-million/
Adrienne, File that truck under "When men get bored". I like it. Put a trailer on the back that's decked out like Air Force One and go RV-ing in style.
DeleteLoved it.... yes I can attest to Adrienne's statement.
ReplyDeleteMe too Bunk. Glad you liked.
DeleteOr how about the article I read once about giving your kitteh a bath. You were supposed to get naked and in the tub with your kitteh. Were they f'ing crazy??? Naked with a cat in the tub??? Ummmmmmmmmm NO!
ReplyDeleteYeah - that truck is fun!
A naked Kid and a Kitteh will Never Happen unless there is serious money involved.
DeleteGood Kittehs keep themselves clean anyway.
Another example of humans getting involved in things where they have no business.
That article must have been writen by a psychopath with a warped sense of humor, Adrienne.
DeleteI've had cats in my life for 78 years, and never once did I have to WASH one of them. What a weird idea! They usully keep themselves remarkably clean.
Of all the cats we had, we had one that did enjoy the water. Dave, a white cat loved to float around in the big tub we used to wash the black lab. Shoulda got a little pair of sunglasses for him, that would have made a good pic.
DeleteOne for the books, Kid!
DeleteAre you asolutely SURE he was a CAT?
DeleteHe was a cat alright Franco.
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