Spike went to the same vet on Saturday. He was 6.6 pounds of snarling fury -- he turns into a different animal when they start poking probing and giving him shots. I think the Vet was afraid of my little Spikester because he called a vet tech in to "restrain" him. Hey, who likes shots? Otherwise, healthy and his sweet, docile personality returned as soon as it was over. When we got home, the dogs were relieved to see him, and he was happy to go and use his litter box.
I wouldn't say that the cat and the dogs are buddies but they share a very peaceful co-existence. Last night, we were headed to bed, and the three of them were in our wake. Norm went ahead to the bedroom, while I stopped in to check on Sidney, pull up his blankets and give him his last good night kiss. I came out and the 3 critters were for me, all together, outside the room. |