Mar 13th, 2025

Author: donich_admin

In which Lucky sees the vet

Lucky has a flea allergy for which he has to have prescription tablets. Due to some nonsensical legislation, even though he was never seen by the vet when they were prescribed in the first place, he now needs to physically be “seen” by a vet every six months to continue to receive them. Before Christmas when this issue first came up, this presented a problem because it would have been near impossible to get him into a carrier without scarring him emotionally and us physically. So we had to wait until the vet was coming to this area to see him at home, and this has taken months and months. Ironically, by now it would perhaps be safe to get him into a carrier – but regardless, today the vet came to see him. Apart from the tablets, the main purpose of the visit was to microchip him.

I had been concerned that he might nip in for breakfast and back out again before I could catch him, so to avoid this I got up at six am and confined him to barracks (the whole house). Almost immediately he started to howl to go out and then to chase Saphy. So he had to be confined in the lounge with a litter tray and food bowl. By the time the vet arrived he had expressed his dissatisfaction with this on the carpet at the door.

I opened the door a crack to let the vet in, and Lucky shot out like a bolt of black lightning straight into R’s office. The old bed that I mentioned yesterday was neatly piled up waiting to go outside for a bonfire, and provided a perfect hiding place for a black cat. The vet and I chased round and round the room, and eventually ran him to earth right behind R’s PC, in the middle of a nest of cables. In order to extract him, I had to pull out a load of the cables (god knows what I have disturbed), and then, just as I grabbed him, he gave a mighty wriggle and escaped again. This time we just couldn’t find him at all. We looked for about ten minutes, and then, when we were about to give up, the vet swooped and dragged him out of the dooket he was hiding in.

She vaccinated him, realized that she had forgotten the tablets, checked for an existing microchip (he did not have one thank goodness), and then went to insert the one she had brought. Except that she had forgotten that as well.

Lucky was very wary for some time after this, but after an hour or so I managed to coax him back in for a plate of food.

Between this and the bed yesterday I have not had a good time, I am starting to believe that R plans all these things to happen while he is away.