Visit to the vet

Both boys got their annual immunisation shot today. Pops was first to the vet as i only had one carrier. I never liked the whole ordeal of bring the fuzzies to vet (read blog titled Ticks and u'll know why).

Pops' constant meowing in the car was enough to aggravate anyone's nerves. Especially since i was not in the right mood since yesterday. But things got funny when we put him on the vet's table. 1st jab - he jumped up sky high. 2nd jab - he screammed, used his back legs to burst out of our grasps (i got scratched because i was holding him). Then when it was over and the vet was cleaning up, he looked around angrily as though he was saying :
"Ok, which one of u jabbed me? Huh!? I will kill u, kill u!" All the while with the i-want-to-pounce-u look. 3kg, but ego of a lion.

Pops lost 0.2kg. I think it's probably his fur loss. So we had the vet Frontline-d him to get rid of the ticks and by the time he came out, he looked like a half drenched kucing kurap. Boy, was he even more mad.

Brought him home. Meowz ambled toward his little friend, took one sniff and recoiled in horror, realising that this is VET smell. He scurried away to hide behind the recliner. Once we got hold of him and tried to push him into the carrier, the orange fuzz ball put on heavy breaks on his back legs. It was like pushing a really heavy rock into the carrier.

Meowz gained 1.1kg. He's now 6.1kg - what the hell did i feed him? He was supposed to maintain weight at 5kg, due to the fragility of his bad leg.

As usual, Meowz was an angel compared to Pops. I think any cat seems like an angel if compared to Pops. 1st jab - no feeling. 2nd jab - lalalala. No reaction.

Poppy has zero tolerance to pain. Or that Meowz has no pain receptors.

Till next year...