A Special Kind of Dumb

I am, of course, referring to my cute little kitties. Butter, to be specific. We took the cats (all 3) to the vet on Saturday because it'd been a while, and Peaches (the old one) had been losing weight recently. We weren't sure if it was because of the new kittens chasing her around, the fact that we switched food brands, or if she had developed a kidney disease like her brother.

As always, it was an adventure and a half getting them into their respective cages (wish Ryuhi was there... he makes it so easy), but once they were in, we were off to the vet!

Out comes Butter first. He's the special one. Doctor puts him on the table and weighs him in... 15.8 lbs! Impressive. Doctor is not so impressed, though, and gives him a tsk tsk tsk. After a little anal probing and ear checking, he's good to go! So off the table he goes. Peaches, in the meantime, has been whisked away to the back room to collect blood and urine for tests...

Next up is Bacon. But, as we get him out and onto the table, we hear this scraping sound coming from somewhere below. I look down to see Butter pushing his kitty carrier across the room. "Odd," I thought to myself. I look at the vet and she looks back and says, "I think he's trying to get back into the cage... Maybe." She was trying to suppress a smile. I look back at Butter and realize why. He was pushing his nose into the little air holes on the side of the cage, desperately trying to get back in through a hole that was about 1.5 inches wide. I nearly lost the will to live. We have a dumb cat. Yay. I stop him for a second, then show him the other side of kitty carrier where the door is, and he lets out a happy meow and waltzes in. Poor, sweet Butter.

Bacon weighed in at 16.8 lbs, at which point the doctor warned us the cats needed to go on a diet. They're only 1 year old!!! We have failed as parents :( Ah well, they seem to like their new diet food better than the old stuff, anyway.

Peaches was brought back looking oh-so-unhappy, having gone through the trauma of having her blood taken and being manhandled by the assistants. We tried to get her back in her cage, but she just froze in place. I didn't realize what was going on, but the fiance looked over and said to the assistant, "Oh my god, I think she's peeing on you." Sure enough, she was letting out a nice, long stream of kitty urine all over the assistant's leg. "Revenge is mine!" is probably what was going through her head.

I'm sure they love us at the vet now.