Cat Hell - Parte Due (Part Two)

Yep, just when you thought it might be safe...

I mentioned in my last post that Rocket was having an issue - basically, he had sores on his little furry face and was scratching himself like crazy. The end-up being that the sores wouldn't heal. Yuck. So, the traveling vet showed up, trusty assistant in tow, early last evening. In preparation for the "big event" I had Willie take Rock-man into our bathroom and get him settled (ha!)

When the vet arrived, I took her upstairs, opened the bathroom door and basically shoved she and her assistant in, then slammed the door. I should mention that I stayed out in the sitting room, leaving Willie to deal with the ensuing event on his own. Now, I should also mention that the minute Phoebe got a whiff of the vet, she flew out of the bedroom, fast and low, and went into hiding under the coffee table. She clearly remembers the adventure of a few weeks ago!

Back to Rocket - apparently he was ensconced on top of the dryer (we have a laundry room right off the master bath) and assumed the crouching position immediately. The vet took a peek at the wounds, although from a safe distance. The entire time, Rocket was growling in a deep baritone. Deducing that a cortisone shot was just the thing that was needed, the vet unsheathed the needle, all to the low rumble of Rocket growling. She apparently created a small diversion, then jammed the needle in. In response, Rocket took a swift whack at her with all claws unsheathed. Amazingly, the vet moved even faster, thereby avoiding severing a limb. Willie said that the speed of both the cat and the vet was nothing short of amazing - a veritable blur of motion!

By this time, Rocket was flat on top of the dryer, trying to make his 12-pound self melt into the dryer. All the while emitting a menacing growl. We decided that the best thing to do at that point was go out to dinner and let everyone in the house calm down. Happily, things seem to be back to normal today. Until the next "event" ...