Category Archives: Doctor’s/Vet Appointments
Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. I’s still alive!!! They tried their bestest to do away with me, but they failed!!! Fanky fank da cats mommy was there to purrtect me. She’ll bare the scars of her luvs and devotion to me furever. Sorry, ‘bout that mommy, I’s was just sooooooo scared, and you were right, mine’s claws do need clippin’.
RaenaBelle, fur kittens sake, nopawdy was tryin’ to kill ya’. (whispers under her breath) ‘Cept maybe me when ya’ jump on me’s back. (meowing audibly again) Anyways, what was up with you? You luv goin’ to town with mommy. But yesfurday you were tryin’ to hide, and escape the stroller and meowin’ to high heaven. Mommy says you even made a scene in the car. you could’a caused ya’ll to have an accident ya’ know?.
See mommy? Mine’s eyes look so much better. I’s don’t
need to go anywhere.
Oh sissy, after askin’ all our furiends to purray fur me, mine’s eyes were doin’ much better, and I’s decided I’s didn’t wanna go to the (whispers) V E T. And, I’s was right. They were just pawful. It smelled and there was this poor kitty somewhere in there that meowed to me how they were torturin’ him. Bless his heart, I’s couldn’t help him at all, so I’s scurried back into the stroller and pleaded with mommy fur us to leave post haste. What did she do? She just sat there luvvin’ on me like it was just any other day. Like I’s didn’t know what was gonna happen. The doctor came in with a needle bigger than me to stick me with.
A needle bigger than you huh?
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t bigger than me, but it was still huge. You know, I’s lost some weight cuz mine’s eyes and all the drainage makes me not wanna eat so good; so any needle is too big fur mine’s poor little bony body.
Yeah, you might be built different than me Raena, and thus smaller, but there’s nuffin’ poor, little or bony ‘bout your body. Ifin that was the case, mommy would’a took ya’ to the V E T much sooner. You know mommy doesn’t get any joy outta takin’ us to that place. But you also know you’ve kept us all awake all week rubbin’ your eyes. Mommy’s exhausted and scared you might go blind ifin she doesn’t find a way to fix ya’. So, did you get any medicine?
Yes sissy, I’s did. Fanky fanks to awnty Vonda who sent some green papers in case the charges were more than we could charge. Ya’ know we can only charge a hunnerd dollars, and mines medicine alone was almost $25.00. They sent home some of those pawful eye drops I’s hate so much. They help, but mommy doesn’t wanna use ‘em long term. The V E T told mommy to see how I’s do when winter comes. And ifin mine’s eyes clear up, we’ll know it’s fur sure allergies. But, ifin they don’t, I’s gotta go back. Hmmmmpht Can you believe they want me to come back?
Yeah Raena, they do like takin’ our money. But, your eyes are very ‘purrtant, so ifin ya’ need to go back, then ya’ need to go back. We’ll just purray things get better and you don’t have too. Did the V E T say anythin’ else? Guess with you clingin’ to mommy so, she didn’t get any fotos
Oh sissy, I’s healthy, happy and gawjus she said. You know they couldn’t get enuff of me. All grabby and stuffs they just kept wantin’ to touch me and coo over me. As fur the fotos…ya’ know, the funniest thing happened. I’s was so busy tryin’ to avoid getting’ dressed and you were so busy hidin’ UTB so you didn’t have to go, that neither of us reminded mommy to put the camera in her purrse. We were halfway to Ardmore when mommy realized she furgot it. By that time, it was too late to turn ‘round. So, there’s no foto evidence of mine’s horror visit. But, meowin’ of fotos, we got a great box that we’re gonna be tellin’ everypawdy ‘bout this month and we decided to share some of it with our new furiend Nubs. Mommy asked ifin she could take fotos of Nubs and Ms. A said it was okay. So, we have a foto of Nubs to show everypawdy. By the way, we’re gonna be givin’ one of those pawsum boxes we got away this month too. I’s think we’ve told ya’ll, we have a few great give aways comin’ up this month. Any of the items would make a pawsum Christmas gift fur your bestest feline furiend. As a matter of fact, we’ve got one comin’ up fur ya’ next week.
We sure do Raena. All these give aways are a build up to me’s birthday. We’re so x’cited. Ya’ know we luv sharin’ so anytime we can share our blessin’ with our furiends, we’re really happy. Meowin’ of Christmas as you were Raena, we’d also like everypawdy to know that awnty Ann from Zoolatry is takin’ orders fur Holiday PhotoArt. You know, even ifin ya’ don’t have a bloggy, she could design somethin’ pawsum fur you to use as your Christmas Cards. Check out some of the amazin’ work she does here. And, you can contact her directly at: email@example.com. What do ya’ say we go play?
I’s right behind ya’ sissy. I’s think we purrobably oughtta keep it down tho’, I’s think mommy might need a nap.
Till the next time……………………………………………Be Blest!!!
Raena: Navy Blue
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
RaenaBelle and Deztinee
Hey, is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. We sure do wanna fank you all fur your luv and suppurrt. Mommy says it may have been a year since Lexi left her, but it feels like yesfurday. Most of ya’ unnerstand dat feelin’; and we just want you to know, you’re not alone. Anyways, besides the blues, mommy’s also been feelin’ a little out of sorts and extra achy. At furst she just thought it was cuz of the crazy weather and her teeth purroblems. But she’s had a horse and a frog wagin’ war in her throat lately, and coughin’ too. Now I’s not know how a frog much less a horsey can fit in mommy’s throat, but she sure sounds funny when she talks.
Raena, don’t make fun of mommy. That’s not nice.
Come on sissy, you know she sounds funny. You said so yourself.
That’s different. Me was talkin’ to you in purr-ivate. Me wasn’t tellin’ the world.
Oh purrlease, you know we blab everythin’. Anyways, when we went to see mommy’s doctor yesfurday, he wasn’t sure he believed that mommy was sick. He thought she was just havin’ some allergy and sinus issues. So some lady came in and stole some of mommy’s bloods. You know, they didn’t shave her neck or nuffin’. They just stuck somethin’ in her finger and it was all over. Them VETs’ could learn a little somethin’ ’bout blood stealin’. You know, mommy be a redheaded white woman, but when they stuck her, she was a redheaded ghosty. I’s was meowin’ and goin’ crazy pants inside mine’s stroller. Mommy dropped her head ‘tween her knees and Doc came in and asked what all the fuss was ‘bout. He took one look at mommy and ran over and held her in the chair. After a hunnerd few minutes, mommy raised her head, and she was back to bein’ mine’s redheaded white mommy and not mine’s ghosty mommy. ‘Course, I’s had calmed down once Doc came in the room to help mommy, so I’s laid peacefully in the stroller lissenin’ to mommy and Doc talk.
They chatted ‘bout me and how things have changed fur the worse in medicine, and a little ‘bout pawlitics while waitin’ fur those blood test results. Furinally there was a knock on the door and the blood stealin’ thief appeared and handed Doc a piece of paper. He turned and looked at mommy and said, “How are you still walking around?” Seems mommy’s body be fightin’ the infection and sicks like crazy. So he faxed a script fur another antibiotic over to the furmacy and we all said our goodbyes and see ya’ laters. And with that mommy and me headed out to said furmacy to get mommy’s medicine.
Things were goin’ purretty good till we left the furmacy and got to the car. Mommy just missed the step off the curb and down we went. Yep, she was holdin’ on to the stroller, so I’s tumbled over too. Mommy says she was so embarrassed. There she lay on the pavement, with piddle pads flyin’ everywhere. (we keep a few in the bottom of the stroller, just in case) I’s don’t know ‘bout this embarrassin’, but it sure nuff was scary. Mommy recovered like any good kitty would. She looked ‘round and pulled herself up with the help of the car. Yes, of course she pulled me up too. And then we sashayed over to the car door to load up like nuffin’ ever happened.
When we got loaded in the car, mommy started cryin’ and ‘pawlogized fur lettin’ me fall. I’s was fine. I’s was just glad mommy was okay too. She’s a little extra bruised up, but all in all, she’s okay. After all that excitement, we headed straight fur home. Without even thinkin’, mommy popped her furst antibiotic dose in her mouth and swallowed it down. Then she went online to look it up. Seems, Cipro is used to treat serious infections; but it has some purretty scary side effects. So, we sure would purreciate any purrayers you can spare.
‘Member these cute little lettuce plants?
Now, do ya’ll wanna hear somethin’ cool? Mommy had her furst grown by her own hands salad this week. Yep, she was furinally able to harvest enuff leaves to make a salad. She said it was amazin’. But she also thinks she must be doin’ somethin’ wrong, cuz our garden doesn’t look or yield as much as the ones on the AeroGarden site.
Check out those salad leaves fresh from the AeroGarden
Yeah Raena, you’re right. But we did tell mommy that fur her furst time, she did a great job. Her lettuce pods have quite a few little baby sprouts that should eventually turn into more salad leaves. She’s been readin’ up and thinks her next growin’ venture should be Romaine. Most of the reviews talk ‘bout how quickly the Romaine grows.
I’s can’t wait sissy. I’s a really good helper. I’s tried to help mommy pick leaves fur her salad, but she kept shooin’ me away. I’s don’t know why she didn’t want mine’s help, do you?
Me doesn’t know Raena. Ya’ reckon it could have somethin’ to do with the fact that you tried to eat a few?
Who? Me? I’s was just makin’ sure they were ready, and not poison. You know, like a taste tester.
A taste tester? Yeah right. Whatever. Anyways, let’s wrap this up and go play.
Okay sissy. Furst we need to link up with Rascal, Rocco and their pawsum co-hosts fur the weekly Pet Parade. We’ll be ‘round to visit when we can. Ya’ know, we gotta wait on mommy to help us type. And we hope you all have a furtastic weekend.
Till the next time……………………………………….Be Blest!!!
Raena: Navy Blue
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
RaenaBelle and Deztinee
Meowllo everypawdy. Me knows it’s Service Cat Monday and you’re all expectin’ to learn ‘bout kitty dialin’ 911 trainin’. But, as you know mommy had her regular monthly doctors pointment last Furiday. These ‘pointments are to monitor her medications and get refills. She has medicine dat can’t be called in, she has to have a new purrscription every month. But when mommy arrived, there was a note on da door dat said da doctor wasn’t in and wouldn’t be back till Monday.
When they furinally unlocked da door and let mommy in, she asked why she wasn’t called and her ‘pointment wasn’t rescheduled. They said there were no ‘pointments dat day. Mommy made them look it up and lo’ and behold they said dat she had a ‘pointment in her records but it wasn’t in their books. What does dat even mean? They have a catputer, actually several. There aren’t any old fashioned ‘pointment books in da office. Each office girl has 2 catputers and da nurse and doctor have ipawds of some sort and then there’s everypawdy else in there. Mommy always has da girls at da front desk schedule her next ‘pointment befur she leaves each month and they give her a card with her ‘pointment day and time on it. Anyways, there was no doctor fur mommy to see. So she has to go in today.
And trust me, it’s been a very long weekend. Tween sis Raena’s post op needs and mes neediness and mommy’s increased pain we’re behind in everythin’ and mommy also has to get ready fur another ‘pawrtment inspection. So, we’ll be back next week with Service Cat Monday, and we’ll be ‘round to visit as soon as we can. We are still sendin’ purrayers to those affected by da recent storms. Unfurtunately this wasn’t da last one we’ll see. But God can keep us all. We’d purreciate your purrayers fur us and mommy as well. We’re gonna wrap it up fur now, we just wanted to update ya’ and let you know what’s goin’ on and where we are/have been. Here’s to a pawsumly wonderful day.
Till da next time………………………………….Be Blest!!!
Luv and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
Deztinee and RaenaBelle
Hey, are ya’ there? Sis Dezi told me to welcome ya’ to a new Blest Sunday befur I did anythin’ else, so welcome. It’s fur sure a Blest Sunday. I’s blest to be alive and meowin’ at ya’ at all after da Furiday I’s had. Let me tell ya’. Those peeps tried to KILL me!!! Sure nuff, they wanted your cute little fluffy girl d-e-a-d, DEAD!!! But befur I’s gets to dat, I’s do wanna fank God and Hims pawsum angels again fur makin’ sure we had air conditionin’ in da car. It was some kinda hot and I don’t think I’s woulda made it without dat nice cool air.
As ya’ may ‘member from some of our fotos, I’s been takin’ a few local strolls ‘round our ‘pawrtment complex since I’s gotten a little bigger. So this was mines furst time to really travel in style. Well mommy says travelin’ in style also has to be done safely, so dat meant harnessin’ up so I’s could be tethered in to da stroller. Well, I’s not gotten dat much bigger. Mommy found one of da smaller harnesses dat sissy got from dat rescue group one Christmas, and did her bestest to make it fit me. So, I’s went out sportin’ da new oversized look. Mommy insists I’s tell ya’ dat this was mines furst time ever bein’ in a harness much less with a leash attached. This is somethin’ mommy generally spends time trainin’. She says I’s a natural. So anyways, let’s get back to da killer peeps called VETs.
As ya’ll may ‘member, these vaccinations haven’t been very nice to me so far. I’s been really sick after every visit, and last time was da worstest. Mommy was really scared I’s was gonna die. I’s gotta tell ya’, I was purretty scared too. Not only was I sick from da shots but I’s also had dat heat exhaustion from bein’ in da hot car. Well fank God I’s didn’t have dat to worry ‘bout this time, so I’s figgered a quick trip in to be mauled and poked and mommy and me would be off to get me some special treats and have peeps swoon over me. After all, I’s was in mines new oversized fashion wear. I’s did look rather cute ifin I’s do say so mines self. When we arrived, fank catness there was none of those big whiney, nosy doggy’s in da waitin’ room. Matter of fact, there was no one there at all. Guess dat shoulda been mines furst clue dat it was gonna be a bad day. They had nuffin’ but time to torture me.
Furst up was da big scale, where I’s weighed in at just over 3 pounds. 3 pounds 1 ounce to be exact. I’s growin’ up. Anyways, we then headed to a room where mommy decided it was time fur an impurr-omptu foto shoot of me in minez oversized pink fashion dress. We were rudely innerupted by da lady in da white coat and her assistant. Seems Dr. C’s new VET is takin’ over more and more. Well da assistant purromptly grabbed me outta mommy’s hands and scruffed me. Looka’ here, just cuz I’s a Ragdoll with a docile nature doesn’t give ya’ da right to be mean. And it certainly doesn’t give ya’ da right to take me from mines mommy. She gotta hiss and a bitey fur her trouble. Hmmfft Guess she’ll know better next time. While I’s scurried back to mommy, things seemed to be takin’ a turn fur da better when da doctor started cooin’ over me in mines purretty pink oversized dress.
Then mommy turned me ‘round so they could have a look at mines eye, cuz it isn’t really getting’ better and I’s been on dat medicine fur a while now. Da VET asked mommy a question, and she took her hands off me fur a second to look fur a foto in da camera and da tech grabbed me up again. Then I’s got stuck. Not once, but twice. And da second time had pink stuffs squirtin’ everywhere. Yep, they missed me again, and gave mines fur a shot. It’s no wonder they charge so much with all they waste on fur shots. Then she stuck me again!!! Dat one hurted. Mommy says it was da rabies one. But let me tell ya’, they was so mad ‘bout me hissin’ and bitin’, they decided to kill me right then and there. Yep, right in front of mommy.
They pulled mines skin up so high you could see mines bones and then stuck me with a torturous gigantor needle. I’s let out a scream dat fur sure was heard ‘round da world. Okay, maybe not da world, but fur sure da whole buildin’ complex where da VET office is located. I’s squirmed and bit every finger and hand and pawrently a purrivate pawrt or two dat came anywhere near me. Then I’s felt a way to break free and hurried to mines cryin’ and screamin’ but comfurtin’ mommy. She wrapped me in her arms and held me so tight dat I knew she was gonna purrtect me, and then I’s went limp from shock. Cuz of da shock I’s couldn’t see or hear anythin’, but I’s know mommy was givin’ them what fur. There’s no way she was gonna let them KILL her baby girly. Nope, mines mommy wouldn’t let anypawdy hurt me. But they wasn’t finished. They came at me with this big ole machine gun next, and mommy pulled me even tighter. I’s heard a beep, but they musta been outta bullets. Fank catness, cuz they woulda got mommy too. Well, I’s looked up at mommy’s tear stained face and she kissed me and told me everythin’ was gonna be alright and dat nopawdy would ever hurt me like dat again. Then she said we was gonna go get me a treat. Somethin’ special just fur me. I’s wasn’t even gonna have to share it.
We went out to da waitin’ area to pay, and I was gonna warn any anipals there to run fur their lives, but alas, da place was still empty. They gave mommy a piece of paper and told her to register it when she got home, and she told them she knew all ‘bout it, cuz sis Dezi was registered there too. They said somethin’ like mikey chips. I’s don’t know, I was just ready to go. Then mommy started cryin’ again. Seems somethin’ ‘bout da $116.08 charges meant they had to be paid in full. So fur some reason they wouldn’t let her charge mines visit and she had to use some of da monthly bills money so we could leave. We were furinally able to get outta dat death trap, but I’s gotta tell ya’… I’s never wanna go back there again. When we got out to da car, mommy opened a bag of treats we won from our furiends at Three Chatty Cats in a little cats helpin’ big cats give away. I’s munched down, and we was off.
I couldn’t wait to tell sis Dezi all ‘bout how they had mistreated and tried to kill me. Fankfully she’s a great big sissy and told me not to worry, mommy would never let dat happen and dat I’s was gonna be okay. She even kissed mines head and patted mines sore hiney. I was a little sickly and lethargic fur a couple days, but no fever and I’s did eat. I’s feelin’ all better now. But, mommy’s gotta put these eye drops in mines eyes now. 3 times a day. Yep 3 times a day she’s droppin’ somethin’ in mines eye. They seem to be feelin’ better, but I’s not like it one bit. Mommy says we’s gonna save da rest of our trip fur tomorrows Service Cat posty cuz it addresses some issues we wanna talk about and some of da questions we were asked after last weeks posty.
I sure wanna fank all of ya’ fur bein’ our furiends and purrayin’ fur me. We are truly blest to have such pawsum furiends. And I’s blest to have such a pawsum mommy and sisfur. Mommy says God looks out fur His children, and I’s believe it. Take a minute today and everyday to give thanks fur da blessings in your lives. I know you’ll find ‘em. Oh and sissy also told me to tell ya’ dat even tho’ we didn’t take any selfies this week, we’s joinin’ da Kitties Blue fur da Sunday Selfies. Go by and check ‘em all out. And…
Till da next time…………………………………..Be Blest!!!
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses
RaenaBelle and Dezi
Meowllo everypawdy, you are not gonna believe what happened last week. Me’s loungin’ ‘round just tremblin’ under da chair enjoyin’ da rains and thunder and mommy brings in a postcard and says it’s fur me. Well let me tell ya’, me luvs to get mail, so me couldn’t wait fur mommy to read it to me. Da front had these cutesy fotos of kitties and doggies, so me could only ‘magine good things. Maybe me had won a lifetime supply of noms. Or better yet, a lifetime supply of freeze dried chicken breast treats. Those chunks of white meat chicken are so yummy, me can taste ‘em now. (looks off dreamily and licks lips) Anyways, me ask mommy to read it to me.
Big mistake furiends. Ifin ya’ get a postcard in da mail with cutesy kitties and doggies on it…throw it out, tear it up, rip it to shreds, eat it, just do somethin’ with it befur da peeps get a chance to see it. It’s da postcard from hell. Dat stinky ‘ole VET had da nerve to send me a card tellin’ me to tell mommy to call them up and make a ‘pointment fur me to get poked and purrodded. Can you believe dat? Me’s respawnse to dat postcard? Sure thing doctor C me will get right on dat. Me can’t wait to be manhandled and jabbed. Me’s gonna tell mommy to make dat call ASAP. Yeah, right. What’s up with them? Do they think me actually likes them? Do me’s hisses and growls not tell them clear ‘nuff dat me doesn’t enjoy me’s time there? Me told mommy dat she could just throw dat out and ignore it all together.
But alas, mommy had da nerve to call over to da VETs office and schedule an appointment. Me has to find some place to hide or else me will be getting’ assaulted Fursday meownin’. Dat’s right, me’s ‘pointment is Fursday at 11 o’clock. Me may just have to give da VET da ‘ole whacky paw so he’ll get da message and not be sendin’ anymore of those cutesy postcards. Me hopes your day goes better than me’s day. As you’ve purrobably figgered out by now, we’re way behind on our visitin’. Just wait, you’ll find out ‘zactly why later this week. And hopefully things will get back to normal soon. Seems mommy’s monthly doctor’s ‘pointment is Wednesday, and of course there’s all this lease re-certification stuffs mommy has to get together, so we’s plannin’ a big ketch up with you all this weekend and when we can durin’ da week. Seems June is a really busy month fur us. Me’s gonna wrap it up now, da lawn crew just showed up. Kittens!!! And it’s only miserable Monday. So much fur me’s nappin’ and strollin’ plans. Mommy, ifin ya’ need me, me will be UTB.
Remember, be suspicious of all cutesy animal postcards addressed to us furries. It’s most likely da postcard from hell.
Till da next time…………………………………….Be Blest!!!
Do you get reminder notices from your VET?
Do you (your kitty) like your VET?