We’ve just been to the vet for Louis Catorze’s steroid shot.

I was going to say something about how shit it was, but we haven’t had to take him since 1st July, so I don’t suppose I have much to complain about. I remember the time when we seemed to be taking him constantly, so much so that I thought we may as well take sleeping bags and go and live there. Now THAT was shit. 

Whilst in the waiting room this time around, I noticed that the paraphernalia arranged in the Dog Area consisted of zany chews and toys, whereas in the Cat Area it was just cat magazines. The vet knows their target market well. Don’t ask us introverted cat people to do any mad capers that require effort; just give us something catty to read and leave us alone. 

The cat who came out of the consultation room before us was a big, beautiful ginge called Murphy. He had been pretty quiet until then but, as soon as he heard Catorze, that set him off. Perhaps not surprisingly, their squawks sounded more like actual messages than just generic noise; we imagined Catorze screaming, “Nonnnnn, not ici again!” and Comrade Murphy telling him to run and save himself. 

Anyway, Catorze has lost weight again – which we expected after three months without the thing that gives him the munchies – but at least he’ll be bouncy and sprightly for the spooky season. And when the vet said, “Is he a little bit … blind?” I was so shocked that I actually lost the power of speech, but Cat Daddy chimed in that Catorze is able to spot faraway random bugs and go chasing after them. So he can’t possibly be blind. If his reactions are slow, it’s probably because he’s old and a bit thick.

Oh, and he declined the vet’s offer of Dreamies. I didn’t dare ask if they had any jambon de Bayonne.

As if to prove me wrong, just as I wrote that bit about being old and thick, Catorze jumped off my lap and chased something between the table and the mirror. He may be old, but there’s plenty of [whatever unholy force it is that powers him] left in him. 

It turned out to be a fly.

For more Catorzian capers, please visit http://louiscatorze.com

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16 responses to “Vieillir, c’est une liberté formidable”

  1. mcmcneil1 avatar
    mcmcneil1

    Glad Louis is doing “well for his age” as my own doctor tactfully puts it.

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      Haha, remind me of yours and how old they are?

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  2. Kate Crimmins avatar

    It sounds like a good vet trip. No one was injured and no furniture was destroyed!

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      Oof, yours destroy furniture?

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      1. Kate Crimmins avatar

        No, I’m fortunate they don’t but mine aren’t as…um…creative as Louis.

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        1. iamthesunking avatar

          Luckily he doesn’t destroy things. He just screams and screams. And occasionally he kicks the vet in the face.

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  3. mmechapeau avatar
    mmechapeau

    Thank you for this report. Our vet offers just a small waiting room and so far, I have met nobody waiting in it. And of course, thank you too for unearthing my comment yesterday

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      We very frequently meet others in the waiting room. Despite the different sections for opposing factions, it’s very small. So, when someone (usually Le Roi) rouses the other troops into a massive sing-song, it’s highly embarrassing.

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    2. mmechapeau avatar
      mmechapeau

      When I used to go to another vet with a cat, there was also only one waiting room which smelt of dog and I guess this awful smell was uncomfortable for the poor cat.

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      1. iamthesunking avatar

        Eurgh, I would not have liked that. I don’t think it really makes a difference at our place as the waiting room is small, but it’s never smelt of dog. I would refuse to go in if it did.

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  4. sevencatsandcounting avatar

    Sometimes we wonder if our eldest, Darth Vader, has become a bit deaf in his senior years. The thing is, though, is that he can still hear things that interest him, like the opening of Temptations bins, with no difficulty whatsoever. I believe that his hearing has just become more selective with time.

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      Does he come when he’s called?

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      1. sevencatsandcounting avatar

        You’re joking, right? Do any cats come when they’re called? Like ever?

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        1. iamthesunking avatar

          Erm … Le Roi does! I know, this goes against everything we know about cats!

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  5. cat9984 avatar

    He was probably just giving the vet a hard time. 🙂

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    1. iamthesunking avatar

      He was fine when we came home. Luckily he forgives us quickly!

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