Knowing that the old cat carrier would mean Ritz would find a way to engage the "cat cloaking device" and disappear from view, I decided to approach this with a new carrier, a nylon zippered/mesh thing that looks more like my regular luggage. I left this out for a few weeks in plain view - Ritz came to know it as "part of the furniture".
This morning, I even warmed it up for her near one of the heat registers, and put a warmed towel in the bottom. SUCCESS! She willingly hunkered into the warm place while I zipped the top of the bag, no pushing shoving or clawing...and a surprisingly quiet pussycat!
Picked up the bag and took it downstairs, not a peep out of her.
Took the bag out to the car and strapped it in with a seat belt through the straps...still a very nice, quiet kitty.
Garage door up, car started, backed out....GOOD KITTY!
Edged down the driveway and turned onto the road.......mMMMMMMMmmmMMMmmEEEEEERoooooOWWWWWRRRRRLLLLMMMmmme eeeOOOWWWWRRRLLLLLLGGRRRLLLLMERRRRRLLLL!!!!!
Ok, so I had a small victory, and the placement INTO the carrier is the hardest part, after all....but man did she repay me! At the vets, growl, snarl, hiss...I had some success by bringing a rubber brush and brushing her....I could tell she was upset, as she was dispensing fur like a vending machine. Calmed down a little, until the resident vet kitty, a HUGE yellow tabby, sauntered out to see what the fuss was, and emitted an innocent mmeooww.
Ritz: HIsss SPIT...growwlll, mrrrrrrrrllllll....
Ritz was wadded into a tight little ball of kitty muscle, determined that no one was going to pick her up (I'm always amazed at how strong she is). I put my hands around her to pick her up and her normally soft squishy middle was HARD AS A BRICK! Ok, so there ARE muscles under that hangy down stuff!
The vet weighed her - a 14.8 pounds (He said she was not fat, just a big cat and not to worry about the dieting). They had to put a huge towel folded over to do the exam...just the stethescope and you would think she was being murdered!!! You can imagine what the shots did!!
These people never get to see Ritz's tuxedo markings! She is hunkered down into such a tight mound that you can't see any of these parts.
The shots were administered...amid some of the nastiest snarling, growling, hissing, spitting, howling...and....I swear....she was SNORTING like a mad pig! I've never had a cat this afraid of the vets.....and the noises coming out of this sweet little furry tuxedo'ed friend of mine could rival LInda Blair's act in the Exorcist...who knows, under that towel,her head MIGHT have been turning around!!!
Back home, she scooted out of the carrier, ran around the house like a nutcase for about 5 minutes checking everything out , the food dish, the window, the food dish again, the couch, the food dish, the pantry door, the front door, the food dish, me, the food dish....finally a brushing calmed her down....slept for about four hours after that and she is her old self again...
For another year....I think this stresses me out as much if not more than Ritz....now we just need to keep her away from anything that would warrant an emergency trip, we had a close call with the 'string' incident (another thread)...
Whew!
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