The Vet Part 2
4Apr18
Finally we were able to arrange for the vet to come over and have GG inside at the same time. That was kind of a miracle. She was supposed to come at 8am but GG had been inside all night a really, really needed to go. He could go inside in the kitty litter box but he's a stubborn guy and won't do it. So we rescheduled for 1:30pm. All was well and good, GG was in the house. He wanted to go out but we knew his bladder was okay and wouldn't let him. Then the vet called and said she couldn't come until 3pm.
There was no keeping GG in until 3, so we let him out. Around 2:30 I went in search for the guy. Fluffy followed me and helped me look. I saw Sad Sack, that poor cat looks like she's on death's door. But no GG. I was thinking we were going to have to tell her to not come, but then there he was. Except he wouldn't come upstairs. He was real lethargic and just wanted to lay in the dirt. I felt like I could keep him under control until she arrived. But then he heard some cats yowling and perked right up and ran to get into the fray.
I grabbed him and much to his consternation made him go upstairs. Whew. The vet in typical Israeli fashion didn't arrive until 3:30pm, but that was okay. She is a cat lover and was very good with our guy. She asked us his name and we're like, I guess his name is Zombie, but we never call him that. We don't even call him GG (short for Gentle Giant) we call him Loudmouth, and Puma, or little Pu-Pu, or pumpkin, or baby, or the little guy, or the big guy just depending, but we never call him Zombie even though he sounds like one.
At any rate, the good news is GG doesn't have cancer. The bad news is our guy is no longer a Gentle Giant and he's getting into fights. He got bit in a couple of places and infection was setting in. GG got a shot, which he didn't like and a prescription for antibiotic pills like he's going to let us feed him pills. This is the guy that only eats one cat food and it is the cheapest most non-nutritious stuff on the market but he refuses to touch anything else. So we feed him junk food. I don't know, maybe we'll try again with a better quality food.
Finally we were able to arrange for the vet to come over and have GG inside at the same time. That was kind of a miracle. She was supposed to come at 8am but GG had been inside all night a really, really needed to go. He could go inside in the kitty litter box but he's a stubborn guy and won't do it. So we rescheduled for 1:30pm. All was well and good, GG was in the house. He wanted to go out but we knew his bladder was okay and wouldn't let him. Then the vet called and said she couldn't come until 3pm.
There was no keeping GG in until 3, so we let him out. Around 2:30 I went in search for the guy. Fluffy followed me and helped me look. I saw Sad Sack, that poor cat looks like she's on death's door. But no GG. I was thinking we were going to have to tell her to not come, but then there he was. Except he wouldn't come upstairs. He was real lethargic and just wanted to lay in the dirt. I felt like I could keep him under control until she arrived. But then he heard some cats yowling and perked right up and ran to get into the fray.
I grabbed him and much to his consternation made him go upstairs. Whew. The vet in typical Israeli fashion didn't arrive until 3:30pm, but that was okay. She is a cat lover and was very good with our guy. She asked us his name and we're like, I guess his name is Zombie, but we never call him that. We don't even call him GG (short for Gentle Giant) we call him Loudmouth, and Puma, or little Pu-Pu, or pumpkin, or baby, or the little guy, or the big guy just depending, but we never call him Zombie even though he sounds like one.
At any rate, the good news is GG doesn't have cancer. The bad news is our guy is no longer a Gentle Giant and he's getting into fights. He got bit in a couple of places and infection was setting in. GG got a shot, which he didn't like and a prescription for antibiotic pills like he's going to let us feed him pills. This is the guy that only eats one cat food and it is the cheapest most non-nutritious stuff on the market but he refuses to touch anything else. So we feed him junk food. I don't know, maybe we'll try again with a better quality food.
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