Des substances qui améliorent la performance

Cat Daddy and I are off on holiday today. At a time when petrol prices are astronomical, what better thing to do than, erm, a two-week road trip?

Earlier this week we took Louis Catorze to the vet for his steroid injection. To be honest he wasn’t desperately in need, but our other options were to wait until we returned home from holiday (nope) or have our chat-sitteur take him to the vet (hell, nope).

Our cleaning lady started vacuuming just before we set off for the appointment, and the sound of the vacuum cleaner turns Catorze into a feral, screaming hell-beast. So that didn’t really help us. However, at least no dogs were waiting in the Dog Area. When that happens, it never goes well.

Once, when I arrived at the surgery, there was an Oscar the dog lookalike in the Dog Area. Although Catorze and I obediently complied with the apartheid system and sat in the Cat Area, the reception is fairly small. So the opposing factions were able to eyeball each other across the room like the Jets and the Sharks in West Side Story, and it was only a matter of time until one of them decided to start the altercation. I imagine it was Catorze, although I can’t remember for sure. My brain appears to have blocked it out, the way that brains do with traumatic events if they know that you won’t be able to cope with them.

“I don’t know why he’s doing this,” the Dog Daddy said, apologetically, of his dog. “He doesn’t usually mind cats.”

More barking from the Oscar dog, more screaming from Catorze and more apologies from the Dog Daddy followed.

“What’s your cat usually like with dogs?”

Jésus, Marie et Joseph, et le petit âne; let’s not even go there. Luckily the Oscar dog was then called into the examination room, so I was spared the horror of having to have that conversation. “He torments the shit out of them” probably wouldn’t have sounded great.

Anyway, the little sod’s dose kicked in the day after this latest appointment and, whilst I was packing, he followed me around, walking across all my clothes, screaming his little guts out. The only thing that shut him up was me picking him up and holding him, so I had to finish packing one-handed.

One of my friends suggested that perhaps Catorze felt sad that we were leaving. I’d say it were drugs, general idiocy or a combination of the two.

Glassy-eyed and ready to cause havoc.

24 thoughts on “Des substances qui améliorent la performance

  1. Your dear Louis doesn’t have only defects. For instance, our cat is too heavy to allow me to « finish packing one-handed ». 😺
    I wish Cat Daddy and you a nice two-week road trip.

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  2. I just can’t leave Jimi 2 weeks alone with a cat sitter. So I’m staying at home and invite some friends over to have a good time outside in the garden.
    Wishing you both a wonderful trip and don’t forget a FaceTime chat with Louis every evening… 😉

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    1. Thank you, although he has a ball with his chat-sitteurs and doesn’t miss us in the slightest! Oh dear, would Jimi not like having someone else live with him?

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  3. I’m grounded for the next three months until Harley’s nightmare injections are finished. Maybe after that I’ll reward myself (if I survive) with a trip down south. Have a fabulous holiday! xxxxxx

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      1. He’s slowly improving, gaining weight and energy but doing the injections on my own is massively stressful and the cost is crippling me, hence the fundraiser. I’m struggling on levels at the moment, to be honest but we’ll get there x

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          1. I have to do then at the same time each day, which is 8.30pm. He’s fine all day but now runs when I go to get him. I have to use a cat muzzle because he tries to bite. The injection has to be given subcutaneously in a different location each time, between the shoulder blades and the hips, either side of the spine. So that means I can’t purrito him (Google it!) and he fights hard. Plus the injection is quite large and really stings, so he squeals like a stack pig, just for a couple of seconds. Then he’s absolutely fine and angry eats the treat I throw in front of him. So sadly stealth attack isn’t possible!

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  4. Aww a road trip, whereabouts? Have a wonderful time while your little darling will be revelling in some different company and hopefully behaving at his best!! Xxx

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