Yesterday, all at once, not only did the little soul have to face Ditto's displeasure all morning until the cat-nip incident bought about a renewed sense of peace but she also suddenly became home to a flea, well a flea or three in fact and her slightly poorly tummy became slightly more poorly. Having tried all the dietary manipulations known to cat parents to cure her tummy troubles and having failed, and my cat medicine cupboard being sadly lacking in flea preparations safe to use on one so small, the biggest trauma yet in her 7 week life was to come in the evening.....her very first visit to the vet!
Not ever having undergone this trauma she was blithely happy whilst in the waiting room, despite the company of a Boxer dog, a Doberman and assorted other canines, whilst they sniffed and pulled interestedly toward her little box, she just slept and purred away merrily.
Once on the table things were a little more disapproved of. The very nice vet lady fell in love with her, particularly her white tail tip and couldn't resist a little cuddle before the serious medical business began, but none of this flattery was to bluff one small kitten into enjoying the ensuing examination and treatments! It is amazing just how wriggly, squirmy and claw-ridden a tiny kitten can become when the dreaded thermometer comes into contact, or just how much noise said tiny kitten can make in response to an antibiotic injection. Poor little scrap, my heart bled for her but it had to be done.
She is suffering nothing terrible, her tummy troubles, as suspected, are the result of being weaned too young and the fleas are easy. Well in fact there weren't any fleas, I had caught them when I first found them but a quick spray with the prescribed chemical on our return home sorted any remaining 'pre-hatchers'. Ditto was none too impressed that all this required her also to have an extra shot of 'anti flea', and a worm tablet jammed down her throat unceremoniously before she had next expected either!
So all is well, Tilly has a few days medicine that she has taken a definite dislike too and manages to eject from her mouth in all directions and amid much baby spitting and complaining but her tummy is already much improved and she has got through her first scary visit to a vet without major trauma.
As for yesterday's sudden 'battling shenanigans', the picture below, taken late last night, illustrates how well that seems to have been resolved :o)
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When Rocky was a wee one and still belonged to daughter, we took him to the vet in her absence one fine day. Although he was wee, I may never have witnessed a more scary scene in my life. He's 11 now, and I still wouldn't take him to the vet if I could possibly avoid it.
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