The Vet

We have managed to reduce our routine visits to the vet to just three times a year – two cats each time.

Last week it was the turn of Toby and Chloe and we knew that if anyone caught a glimpse of a catbasket they would all disappear under the bed or behind the computer. So I prepared the willow basket and a new cat carrier that the vet had given us last time in the garage and then went to find the victims.

Toby was curled up  on an armchair so it was easy to pick him up but when he saw the basket he became amazingly active and it was a bit of a fight to get him in. Chloe, bless her, was more trusting and quite curious about this new bag so she didn’t protest too much when I zipped her in.

Toby made  loud cries all the way there but Chloe didn’t make a sound. Maybe she was too scared. Toby was sick within a few minutes and also did a poo. We had to open the sunroof and the windows – just a bit.

In the waiting room I managed to clean Toby’s basket (he’s usually carsick so we were prepared) and the receptionist took the ‘Carnets de Santé’. The vet invited us in and proceeded to examine her patients before administering the jabs. I remember her when she started, five years ago, and was a bit inexperienced but now she handles the cats with calm assurance and sticks the needle in without making them flinch.

She gave them both a clean bill of health, made sure they didn’t have any ‘habitants’ (such as fleas) and then we went to the desk for her to add up the bill. She didn’t have a large bag of cat biscuits in stock but promised to bring them to us this week. it was then we discovered she has lived in our village for the last three years.

The only time I’ve seen her is at the surgery when we were both waiting for the physio. It was the season for ‘bronchiolite’ in young children and her seven month old daughter was booked in for her first session of torture.

Yes – torture! From what I gather they squeeze the child’s chest to make her cough and it must feel like choking or being asphyxiated. The poor little things cry with terror and as the treatment is on a daily basis most of them start screaming as soon as mum parks the car outside the surgery. I’m sure they don’t do that to children in England.

Anyway, to return to the visit to the vet, we bought six phials of ‘Advocate’ which treats fleas, worms, ticks and earmites (I like to use this twice a year but it’s more expensive than Frontline which only repels fleas and ticks) paid in advance for the biscuits and came out with our precious bundles of fur 221 euros worse off.  Veterinery charges are increasing but I think they still compare favourably with costs in Britain. All the same, it’s definitely worth it to protect them from most diseases, including rabies.

8 Responses to “The Vet”

  1. Keiths Cat Says:

    I think you ‘umans are so kruel, making us cats go through all that poking, prodding and jabbing with needles. When we cats take over the world then it will be your turn to suffer! Meow!

    So sorry Pyewacket. We only do it to make sure you don’t get ill – or over-run by fleas etc. Toby and Chloe are talking to me again now so I hope you would be nice and quickly forgive your human when he has to take you to the vets.

  2. Almost American Says:

    re the treatment for bronchiolite – they certainly don’t do that here in the US! What is it with the French and sadistic medical treatments?

    Exactly. What I didn’t go on to say in the post was that the vet said her daughter remains suspicious of all women after that and she would not put her through it again unless she was seriously ill.
    BTW I love reading your blog but still can’t leave a comment (or click on any link at all). Do you know if anyone else is having this problem?

  3. Zuleme Says:

    wow that is expensive for a routine vet visit. Have you ever tried giving your cats some “Rescue Remedy” before a vet visit? It is a homeopathic remedy available here. Fergus would always get carsick working himself up to it until the day I tried this. We drove 1.5 hours and he was surprised he didn’t throw up. We often drove with four cats in the car and there was one road all felines got queasy on so we would drive it very slowly!

    Well the large bag of cat biscuits costs 67 euros and the Advocate cost 50 so I suppose that makes it just over 50 euros per cat for vaccinations against feline flu, enteritis, leukemia and rabies plus a health check. Actually, I do have some Bach Rescue Remedy but I hadn’t thought of giving it to Toby for travel sickness. It has had a reviving effect on birds the cats have brought in alive though. I’ll give it to Toby next time.

  4. canisfamiliaris Says:

    Beattie’s trips to the vet can be expensive. We use Frontline for fleas and ticks and Milbemax for worms.

    Her most expensive trip was when she swallowed the rubber end of a doorstop when she was a puppy. That trip to a specialist to have it removed cost the best part of £1000!!

    Luckily, we were insured! Phew!!!


    Gosh, that was a costly operation. When Chloe had to have her femur and pelvis put right as a kitten the bill was under 350 euros. We can’t afford to insure all six cats so we’ll have to keep our fingers crossed. . . . . .

  5. BearNaked Says:

    Yes visits to the vet can be quite traumatic for both pets and their owners.
    My little dog (who I had for 19 years) used to love going for a ride in the car everywhere with us.
    But the minute I turned on the street that the vet was on, he knew and would cower in the corner of the seat. I would have to hold him on my lap in the waiting room and he would be shaking so hard that he made my legs shake.

    I’ve seen dogs like that in the waiting room. Strangely enough, this last time, there was a cat with a harness and lead who seemed completely happy to be there. His owner even left him on a seat (unattached) while he went to choose a magazine.

  6. Sophie Says:

    My mum often suffers from bronchitis and she had “clapping” done by the physio… she finds it a great help to cough out all the mucus etc

  7. sablonneuse Says:

    Is ‘clapping’ the same as the squeezing they do to toddlers? I remember when Jay was a baby and had whooping cough the (English) physio kind of slapped him on the back with cupped hands. Would this be more like ‘clapping’ in France?

  8. Sophie Says:

    “clapping” lasts for sthg like 20-30 minutes and can be some with the help of some “appareil”. It’s basically constant tapping on the chest (by physio) followed by coughing out mucus then tapping again etc… think the machine thing is used to help you breathe in “décongestionnant” or sthg.
    I think I have seen the squeezing done on a baby but the baby had mucovicidose (cystic fibrosis) so the apparent torture was justified by the gravity of the illness really.

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