Today I am going to give you the opportunity to take a visit to the vet with me. Some of you may know that Beth is on vacation right now and I am responsible for her cat. To make a long story short, she went exploring last week, came back a little tired and not herself, and ended up getting to visit the vet last Thursday (the same day I was supposed to leave for Almaty in order to go to the doctor myself).
To get to the vet, you walk down this long covered corridor, between the wall of the building and the fence. Sounds vibrate through this little tunnel driving every animal there mad. When we got there, there were a couple people before us waiting to see the vet.
Picture this: a long corridor that empties into a small room (4 X 8 ft) with a black bench ... a man and woman on the bench with a big dog waiting terrified in the corridor ... a man sitting there with a small plastic bag ... a cat (yep, the one that I am holding) shaking and letting out these horrible meows that reverberate through the whole corridor ... the big dog being carried (one person on either end) into the room ... a place for me to sit on the bench between the man with a moving plastic bag (which we realized was a chick) and a woman standing holding a little yappy dog ... in comes the next "client" a woman in a bathrobe with a young boy and a larger rice bag ... the woman explains many reasons why she should move ahead of us (I had some sympathy until I realized why she was there) ... out of the bag steps a bleeding rooster fresh from the cock fights ... the door opens and closes as people go to the animal pharmacy next door to get shots, cotton balls, and everything else that the vet needs to fix the animal ... our turn finally comes and we enter another room.
Picture the cat (sometimes jokingly referred to as the devil cat due to her periodic attacks) sitting lethargically on an examining table while the vet looks at what seems to be a small, painful cut in her side. As he probes a bit, it starts to bleed more and she lets out a wail showing her extreme dislike of all the circumstances (this wail (from the depths of her soul) had been repeated pretty constantly since leaving the apartment).
The vet decides that she needs an injection. I hold the cat to keep her from bolting and Kiikzhan runs to the pharmacy to get the needed tools. Upon returning the cat is transferred to the back room, where an operating table and light take up most of the room. She isn't too excited about the shot. After 10 minutes the vet comes in to try to look and the cat starts making some very mean noises that basically indicate to everyone in the room ... you touch me and you will regret it. He says ... this is a tough cat, I think she needs another shot. This did not surprise us one bit. Ten minutes later after the second shot has taken effect, we are able to see a hole that is larger than a quarter in the side of the cat. No one knows how or why the cat has a hole in her side, but thankfully the vet could repair it with about five stitches.
We paid our $5 and left the vet with instructions to rub this powdery stuff on her sore twice a day ... yeah right!!! She put up with it the first day or two when she was still heavily medicated, but after that she decided she didn't want anything to do with it. Actually, she decided she didn't really appreciate the stitches and managed to pull them all out ... hence the second and third visit the vet that I will write about later.
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