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.