This Tuxedo Tale is from November 7 and 14 2019 and is
entitled ‘Tuxedo went to the vet.’
I noticed he had licked the fur off the back of his front
leg and so, after Carlos did a quick check, we took him to the vet to see what
was what. Turns out it may have been a bug bite that he scratched and then cut
into his skin, so he began licking to clean it and the fur came off; or it is
the result of a play fight with either Max or Consuelo. Either way, it’s
nothing bad and he’s on anti-biotics—which he hates—and a twice daily cleanse
of the area.
But this isn’t about that, it’s about the joy of Tuxedo.
See, he was a bit of an abused cat when we rescued him; he’d been adopted out
several times and always returned to the vet’s office in Miami as “mean.” Then
we took him in and let him acclimate to our house and the five other cats we
had at the time, and Tuxedo became the sweetest, friendliest cat ever and that
leads us to the vet’s office in Smallville.
While he cried in the car on the ride, once there he was
calm. When we got in with the vet tech, as she was weighing him and checking
him out, he was easy-going. Then came the thermometer up the butt; and he was
calm and handled it like any bottom at any gay bar anywhere … or something. But
… as she finished with him, Tuxedo stood on his hind legs and put his paws on
my chest and rested his head against me. The vet tech squeeed with delight
about the hug he was giving me.
When the doctor came in the vet tech was holding Tuxedo for
the exam and he stood on his hind legs to give the vet tech a hug, too. The
doctor loved that and asked if Tuxedo would give her a hug and, yes, he did.
And then they took his picture while hugging the doctor.
Long story a little shorter … as we left with his
medications we stopped to pay at the desk and were asked our pet’s name.
“Tuxedo.”
“The one who hugged the doctor?”
“Um, yeah. Do you want one?”
“Can I?”
And she could.
Then at home came the task of giving him his meds and
cleaning the wound. The wipes were easy, but the medication had to be given
orally through a dropper orally, which meant holding Tuxedo down and shoving
the dropper in his mouth and feeding him the medication.
Twice a day for seven days I would take a towel and wrap it
around Tuxedo, keeping his paws from grabbing at me, and then Carlos would
force the medication into his mouth. After the first dose, as soon as he saw
the towel, Tuxedo knew what was coming; he didn’t run, but he wrapped his front
paws around my neck and tried to climb me to get away. It was quite the
struggle, but we finally finished his round of antibiotics.
And I will give Tuxedo props for not holding a grudge; as
soon as he had the meds, he got a treat and then would crawl into my lap and go
to sleep.
He really is a good boy … and thrilled to be “off the
dropper.” |