What a morning, and I hadn’t even gotten to the vet’s office!
It was time for Frisky’s first annual physical. That’s not counting the office visit she had a year ago, after I adopted her from Morris Animal Refuge on Clear the Shelters Day.
Frisky has always been a tough one. She was only four months old, which is extremely young to have had â€œthe surgeryâ€ and be up for adoption â€“ so I was told.
Her well-written bio read,
â€œIâ€™m very mature for my age. I’m a Miss Smartypants. I’m going to be your favorite.â€
I didn’t grow up a cat person and had Casey for just about nine years at that point. When I got him at the Humane Society in Miami, I’d been told not to get a kitten but someone older, who knew how to be a cat.
Casey was seven months old. I didn’t even know cats could jump, and his timing with the camera was impeccable! My vocabulary wasn’t, with my then-five-year-old nephew Preston watching.
Casey has been wonderful, moving with me from South Beach, to closer to my parents between Miami and Fort Lauderdale, to a Tennessee rental, then a Virginia house, to a Philadelphia rental and now our condo.
Casey’s first birthday and helping me grade papers.
The boy really knows how to take a catnap!
He taught me a lot about cats. I knew he could use company and he had so much to offer!
Casey on South Beach watching KYW’s Carol Erickson do the weather in Philadelphia, and having a good conversation with his grandmother.
So Clear the Shelters Day, 2017, sounded like the perfect (not â€œpurr-fectâ€ â€“ I’m not like that!) opportunity to get him a little brother or sister, but I’d actually been thinking about it for a few years.
I’d asked around about getting a second cat and learned about keeping them in separate rooms until they got used to each other.
I was familiar with Morris through one of our Fox anchors, Lucy Noland. She hooked me up, and I got a tour and brought them donations. The funny part is, I lived two blocks away for two-and-a-half years (2001-2004) but never went inside!
Anyway, Clear the Shelters Day is one of the busier days because the animals are free to good, loving homes. Just get to know each other, do some paperwork and bring a carrier if you’re taking a cat!
On Aug. 19, 2017, Pedro and I showed up, and it was like I was a kid in a crowded candy store.
I told them what I was interested in, and they showed me where to look. It was a lot more cramped in Center City Philadelphia than a pretty new building in North Miami Beach.
Others were looking but Frisky didn’t get much attention. I don’t know why. Maybe it was that others heard what I did, and she was only four months old.
Anyway, she wasn’t very friendly. Maybe it was the ruckus going on. I can understand that! It took patience to get her to adjust, and she needed a little work on her eyes. (I don’t know her background.) She only recently started letting me pet her for more than a few seconds!
Last December, my parents visited and not only did Frisky steal food, she hid under the bed, waited for my frail mother to walk by, and then attacked her ankle when she did! She still goes after Pedro’s toes with her teeth. Luckily, I’ve long had a habit of wearing socks.
Now, Casey and Frisky are just like any other siblings!
On the other hand, years earlier in Miami, Casey and some other kittens were out on the floor at the Humane Society. The others were playing but Casey only wanted to be with me! That was an easy decision!
(Truth be told, he started as KC. I changed the spelling. I wouldn’t confuse him with a name change.)
Back to today.
I really had to fight to get Frisky into the carrying case. Fur was flying! She didn’t even care about the treats in the contraption.
I ended up with clothes looking white even though they weren’t, because of her hair, and scratches all over my arms from nails that had never been cut. (Last year, we forgot, and I couldn’t do it myself. Earlier tonight, my friend Ric mentioned I should’ve used a towel to hold her. Duh!)
Finally, I won.
We drove to the office and I signed her in. She listened to a big loud doggy wearing a satellite dish in the waiting room, who might have put her in her place. By then, after what I’d been through plus all that barking, all I was thinking about was Tylenol.
The good news is Frisky weighs 9.5 lbs., which means she’s a big girl but not fat. (I don’t think she minds you knowing that, or her age for that matter.) Her teeth and everything else looked good, and she got three shots so quickly I didn’t even notice.
Oh, and she got her nails clipped for the first time! That’ll come in very handy when she’s in a mood.
Luckily, she didn’t have fleas. The doctor said he has been seeing them early and often this year, even in indoor cats.
But that wasn’t all.
We had to stop at the post office. Frisky came thisclose to getting mailed to her grandparents in Florida. I wonder if my mother would’ve signed for her.
Then, we walked to the Rite Aid across the street for a special cleanser for my arms. The doctor suggested it so I wouldn’t get cat scratch fever. (Frisky may be healthy, and Casey too, but they still have to step in their potty litter box.)
But it was great to overhear the doctor tell the technician all the way from where I was paying, â€œAwesome! What a healthy cat!â€
That’s really what counts. Isn’t it?
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