This blog post is going to be a little different than the previous posts. The purpose of this post is to attempt to explain the situations my dad gets himself into. Because only someone like my dad would end up in some of the predicaments he ends up in.
Earlier this week dad had to take our cats to the vet for shots or flea treatments or something like that. So he put each cat in a carrying cage and took them both to the appointment. So around 10:00 am I got a phone call from my dad: “you’ll never guess what just happened at the vet”. He proceeded to tell me the story.
He got to the appointment and I guess he gave the cat carriers to the vet and she took them into the back. A few minutes later she comes out and says, “um, do you have any idea why your one cat is bleeding all over herself?” (He didn’t). Well, apparently our one cat isn’t very partial to being locked in a cage, so she took it upon herself to scratch to hard at the cage door, that she ended up declawing herself. Wonderful. So the vet went back to fix her up and give her the shots. Not long after, she came out again. “Your other cat is very aggressive and wont stop biting at the spot where we gave him the shots. We are afraid he might hurt himself.”
So dad came home with two flea treated cats: one with bandages on her paws and antibiotics for the next week, and the other with a cone around his head. This would only happen to him. He takes them in to get treated thinking he is doing a good thing, meanwhile every thing ends up twice as bad and twice as much money/work. Poor dad.