It was a whirl-wind weekend for us. I did find some time to knit, but haven't been able to get pictures yet, so instead I'll share a small slice of our weekend.
In our city, rabies vaccines for cats (indoor or not) and dogs are mandatory. That's not a problem, but the shots at the vet are $100 a piece. It's just part of pet ownership, so I'm fine with that.
But because there has been a huge spike in rabies in the local wildlife population, Public Health and the SPCA have teamed up to offer low-cost rabies clinics across the city - $25 a shot for cats and dogs. At 1/4 of the vet price, you can bet I was taking advantage of that!!! The timing couldn't have been better, because look what happened... recently...
So bright and early Saturday morning, Dave and I got up and dug out the carriers. As soon as Peno saw them, all hell broke loose. She bolted in one direction, Rupert in another. I knew she'd be the more difficult one, so I started with her. I also figured once I got her in, she'd cry, and Rupert would come to over the investigate, making it easier to grab him and shove him in the other one real quick.
Yeah... no dice.
Oh she cried.... and cried, and cried.... but Rupert wasn't going to come anywhere near either carrier! Eventually, I managed to corner him in the bedroom, juggle him down the stairs and into the carrier.
The clinic was only a five minute drive from the house, but it was the longest, loudest five minutes of my life. They were howling in stereo. Rupert started panting. Peno pulled at the cage door. It broke my heart to see them so upset.
There were quite a few other animals there, all leashed and in carriers, but we decided to leave them in the car until we got all the paper work filled out. Once that was done, we whisked them through the gauntlet of animals and people and into the clinic service rooms. The SPCA vets were very sweet and gentle, and surprisingly - after all that caterwauling - both cats were well-behaved and compliant while they were checked over and given their shots.
Peno sauntered right back into her carrier when she was done - with a look on her face that just screamed "TAKE ME HOME NOW!"
They fell in love with Rupert, and couldn't get over his tiny size. The one vet had to double check his paperwork to confirm his age. He wasn't thrilled about going back in the carrier, but he didn't try to bolt off the table like I thought he might.
Soon enough, we were in the car and heading back home (serenaded once again). As soon as we were back in the house, they were set free, and immediately took off to spend the day consoling each other.