I heard they had 9 lives…
…but no one told me they had 6 senses!
Yup, he did it again! Shadow managed to avoid yet another attempt to visit the vet. This time, I decided that I would try to take him – hoping that with Brian and I both there, maybe we could calmly pick him up and place him in his carrier rather than having to chase him down, drag him out from under a bed and get him into it. Ha! Not! He was having NO part of it. I swear he knew I was trying catch him to take him. As soon as he saw me, he ran and hid. He would let me within a couple of feet of him but any closer and off he’d go.
Okay, I did come in through the front door and I usually come in through the garage but, come on!?!?!? He could figure that out??? I don’t get it.
It gets better, too. After 20 minutes without success, I called and rescheduled his appointment for Saturday (hoping if we’re all there and calm maybe it’ll happen – yeah, right!). So half an hour later or so, I ran out to the post office. Upon my return, Shadow was up on the ledge looking out the window and he let me walk right up to him and pat him.
What is that 6th sense???
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October 27th, 2006 at
I feel your pain. In a couple of weeks, we have to take BOTH cats to the vet at the same time (just for routine shots). I have no idea how we will capture both of them. George is pretty easy, but Katrina is extremely hard to capture and once you have her, she will claw our arms to shreds. She even bloodied a pair of oven mits once. We thought they would offer some protection, but we were wrong!