Cat Nation

OK, it's not such a "nation" as a twosome... and a pissy twosome at that! We *finally* took lil Stella in to the vet for her first visit with Dr. Whitworth today! Oh joy. (and the period instead of exclamation was intentional.) Although, I must say, she took it WAY better than Leia did a few months ago. Stella clawed at me, climbed up me, shook like crazy, and tried to escape, but once the Doc and his assistant Jonathan snagged her, there was NO getting away. Jonathan has largely a vestigial role, really only petting and scratching the animal, then holding down when Doc does his magic. We got a couple shots, the goo in the nose, temperature taken and a poo sample to check for nasty bugs. But even thru the obvious discomfort, she was a Itty Bitty Kitty trooper... sticking it out and not putting up much of a fight. Unhappy to the last, we got her home, let her out of the box, and she ran off, trying to escape the possibility (in her mind) of more of that treatment, and escape Sydney. Sydney means well, only love and her comfort, but Sydney tends to be bigger than life, especially to a 6 month old kitten. Stella will calm down, of course, then she'll be right as rain, cuddle up to me during the premier of Numb3rs, and all will be right with the world.

And the cool part is, not only is she the CUTEST kitten, she managed to charm the pants of Doc and Jon. I think we'll keep her! :)

OK, this is an update to the earlier post... She did NOT fare as well as we thought....shortly after I wrote this, she ralphed, thrice. THEN, I confined her to my master bathroom, which was a GOOD thing... she had a little water poo... on my bathmat. OK, so a bath for the kitten was DEFINITELY in the cards... Now, she's a cuddly, feeling better, SILKY FUR kitten...