Downs and Ups

VeeGee has been an inside cat for a year now.

She has come a long way….but she is still skittery.  She LOVES to be petted but you cannot walk up to her and pet her…she must walk up to you AND you cannot have done ANYTHING less than totally trustworthy in her memory in your current setting to be able to reach down and touch her.

Luckily, The Bearded One is nearly totally trustworthy.  Unfortunately, I am acting in the role of the Mom so I have had to clip nails, clean ears, load into the cat carrier…and, TAKE TO THE VET!!!!  (hear the dramatic scifi music in the background?)

Yesterday, I had to take her to the vet.  Our house is pretty open concept, so after closing all the doors possible, the chase began.  It began as a walk and dodge, it built to a trot and hiss, then dashing here and there.  I called upon The Bearded One for assistance and she was cornered and placed in the carrier.

Not happy.  Scared.  When I loaded the cat carrier in the truck I caught the aroma of fear…the most basic of aromas.

On the bright side, a year ago when taken to the vet for the first time, they could not take VeeGee out of the carrier.  This time she was weighed and given shots with only a small decoration of fear on the wall while they were out of the room and I was trying to keep her under control.


She trusts me when I am trying to sleep at night…wants (demands) to be petted.  But, it will be awhile before I am able to pet her from an upright or seated position.

Of course, The Bearded One, is trusted and loved.  Sigh.

Allie and I worked in the garden today.  We took out dead tomato plants (have to trash them,  composting spreads disease) and planted garlic.  She did not want to come inside though it was cool outside.

When convinced to come in, she found a way to warm up.

Careful about closing the dryer door without checking...

About Retired woman

retired, dealing with parents recent deaths, wondering what lies ahead with the health of my spouse, overall enjoying each day, love cooking, gardening, travel, Grandsons, family, small town life
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