Our boys Bruce and Oliver had their first trip to the Vet yesterday. I know, I know… How long have we had them!? 4 months. Yes, it would have been best if we’d taken them sooner but everything I have read or heard suggested that I wait until they were at least 12 weeks old before I took them to the Vet for their shots. And then things just got busy.
Jeremy and I see each other plenty every day, but it’s in the evening when a lot of businesses are closed or about to close. So naturally, it’s been difficult to just make an appointment and get there when we both have time off. When it comes to our fur babies, I didn’t want just one of us to be there for the appointment. I feel it’s important we both go and hear what the Vet has to say. So, it took a little time for the finances, time, opportunity and the stars to align or something.
It finally did and I scheduled the appointment for the boys to get their first Vet checkup and first round of vaccinations for Friday evening when I was sure Jeremy would be off from work.
It soon after occurred to me that we probably didn’t have a way to transport them. We purchased a small, pink kitten carrier back when we knew we were getting a cat… before we knew we were getting 2 cats or that they would be boys. Bruce and Oliver have been in it all of once 4 months ago when we brought them home.
Remember how TINY they were? Oh my gosh. It’s hard to believe that that was only 4 months ago when I look at that picture of Bruce and Oliver first leaving their carrier.
Fun fact: The boys were named in the order they left the carrier. Jeremy joked that the one who left the carrier to explore first, must be Bruce (named after Bruce Wayne / Batman). And so, Bruce is the kitten you see completely out of the carrier, with Oliver not far behind!
Well the boys aren’t so little any more. We took out that same carrier and quickly realized that it simply wouldn’t be big enough for transporting the boys to the kitty doctor.
I think it’s funny how well this picture captures their personalities because Oliver is definitely the dominant – more aggressive, usually the one to start trouble first, always the one wanting in your lap for cuddles. Bruce has become generally more calm and care-free. He hangs out around the house and occasionally wants you to give him some love. He plays with his brother often but otherwise is pretty content just chilling out, being a cat.
So obviously, we needed a new carrier. I asked Jeremy to pick up a larger carrier… a second carrier… 2 carriers. Whatever he found that seemed reasonable. I have got to stop sending that man to buy cat stuff because he far exceeds my expectations and always spends a fortune on them. I think it’s so terribly funny that whenever we’re in Walmart and I see a toy or a kitty bed that I think they’d love, he shys away from it. But show him that they absolutely need something and that man will pay top dollar to make our boys comfortable.
Next thing I know, he’s home with a brand new, blue carrier to fit both of the boys in. And that’s not all because he also finds this soft, super comfortable looking foam bed thing to put in it “So the boys are comfy and they don’t slide around in it”, he says. Too cute. Too funny.
They seem to like the carrier a lot. They got in together without any fuss at all and just laid down for a snuggle. And that’s how our trip to the Vet started – with perfectly calm, oddly angelic kitties who were totally ready for anything.
Not a peep was made all the way to the Vet. No crying. No meowing. Nothing. They looked a little worried and confused, but otherwise they stayed perfectly calm. I was worried that based on how things go at bath time that things were going to get complicated and intense with having to take 2 cats to the Vet.
We get out of the car with the boys and this sign is the first thing I see. Of course I had to stop and take a picture of it. The blogger in me deemed it completely necessary since I snorted when I read it.
We took the boys into the clinic and handed the receptionist the new client paperwork I had responsibly filled out ahead of time (I know, right? All adult like and stuff). I can’t believe how quickly they got us into the back to see the Vet. I mean, we were the last client of the day, but I think it only took about as long as it took for the receptionist to get everything into the computer and explain to us what we were doing and the cost before we were headed back with the boys.
We took the boys, carrier and all into a very small room where we were quickly greeted by a… I don’t know what you’d call her? A nurse? Vet Tech? She explained a little bit again what we would be doing: First the boys would get tested for AIDS and Feline Leukemia so they would need to take a few drops of blood from each, followed by weighing them. I encouraged them to take Oliver first because he tends to be a fighter. I thought he would be more calm if he wasn’t left alone in the carrier without Bruce for too long.
Much to my surprise, Oliver was exceptionally well behaved. Besides sticking his foot out in a strange, stiff way… he was completely calm. He didn’t thrash about or cry. Bruce didn’t really put up a fight either. He tried to get away but otherwise wasn’t difficult about it. They were very surprised at how well behaved the boys were. Yeah, me too…
We waited about 10 minutes for the test results. Both boys tested negative for AIDS and Feline Leukemia – yay! Bruce weighs 8 pounds, 8 ounces and Oliver weighs an even 8 pounds! Wow. I can’t believe how big they are getting. The Vet let the boys wander around the room to explore while she went back to get their shots ready. She was very surprised when she returned to see Bruce and Oliver walking around the room and commented about how confident and well behaved they were. *Beams*
Both boys took their shots well and they each got a special mouse toy from the Vet to play with and keep. They even played with their new toys and batted them around the room a little while we were there. I’m so proud and impressed with them!
Bruce still has all of his baby teeth while Oliver is starting to lose his. The Vet says that they are not done growing (Geez!) and that they will likely continue growing until they have lose their baby teeth.
Before we left, we received samples of a combination flea and worm prevention medicine. I will start it later in the week. Apparently my “crunchy Mommy” attitude also applies to my cats. I’m already worried about how overloaded they are at the moment. As I type this, both boys are still pretty out of it and it’s been almost 12 hours since they saw the Vet. Oliver has thrown up twice. They each received heart worm medication as well. I will give that to them as soon as they are back to acting normal.
Bruce and Oliver are otherwise happy and healthy cats! They are clearly exhausted from their day at the Vet and I know the shots have them run down. My poor babies. I hope they feel better soon. I’m so proud of them and I want to pick them up and snuggle so badly – but they seem content to hide near the Christmas tree to snuggle together. I’m just as happy to see them loving and taking care of one another.
The boys have a follow-up appointment after Christmas to receive their booster shots in addition to getting the big snip-snip. Oh yes, the time has come for them to get neutered. Poor little guys!
I am so proud of how well they handled today. They can be such a handful at home at times but days like today make it so worth it. I know, I must sound totally crazy talking about my cats this way but they sincerely bring a joy to my life and fill a deep wound in much need of their healing.