Vet Visit

Today, Psycho Cat is at the vets again.

Primarily it’s another de-matt (AKA “getting shaved”) as he’s ended up totally gunked up again down his belly and left-hand-side. We don’t know where he’s been going, or what he’s been doing to get in such a state, but it’s been pretty annoying for him.

Also, for whatever reason, while he’s quite happy to let us brush out his right-hand side, attempting to do the same on the left results in a full-on attack with claws and teeth. I know, as the scratches on my right hand have only just healed. There’s a couple of lumps in the fur that seem to cause him pain – we don’t yet know if these lumps are just really tightly-packed matts of fur, or if they’re something under the skin, so that’s something that’ll be checked out at the vets at the same time.

Because the cat is such a fucking Psycho, he needs to have a general anaesthetic while he’s being done – the last time someone tried doing it without the GA, they ended up needing a visit to the doctors themselves to get stitches and a tetanus shot.

However, having the GA means that the fuzzy little bastard isn’t supposed to eat after 9pm the previous evening. And you just try telling a cat that.

So come 4am this morning, all we had was whining and whinging from Psycho Cat that he was hungry. And boy, does he make a production job of it. There’s no way to sleep through it – it’s the full-on yowls of “Hungry. Feed Me!” coupled with scratching on the wicker chair in the bedroom (conveniently also guaranteed to wake Hound up) and jumping on the bed in order to yell closer to us.

In short, he’s a little shit. It’s not even like he’s actually hungry – he just wants to have a couple of mouthfuls of food when He wants, rather than when we say he can. And if he can’t have the food, he’ll make a complete pain in the arse of himself ’til he can.

Still, he’s at the vets now, so I guess that’s punishment enough for being a little fucker last night…