We took the neighbors' cat to the vet today. She was easy to cage (she's a trusting soul) but really thought we were doing her wrong once that door was shut behind her. Good thing the vet's office is near our house. When we got there, we told them about the sores on her neck, that she needed routine shots also and deworming (just in case.) We also asked the vet to make sure she was a girl (we're not experts
) and check if she had been spayed. He said that she was a girl and hadn't been spayed. Then he felt her tummy and said she was probably pregnant. DH and I said: OMG! We made an on-the-spot decision to have her spayed. And felt terrible and guilty about it, though we believed it was the right thing to do. We asked them to board her for the weekend and give her pain medication as needed.
I am sick with a sore throat and cough, so I went to bed soon after arriving home. DH met with a friend. About two hours later, DH found a message from the vet on our answering machine that said "Oops...I've made a mistake. Call me." DH said all sorts of things were running through his mind, like maybe they'd given her the wrong anesthesia.
As it turned out, the vet said he had just made a small cut on her when he saw that she had already been spayed! I know this story sounds implausible, but I promise you, I am not making it up. We are still picking her up Monday, as planned, so she will be MIA for the weekend. I bet at some point the neighbors' are going to start wondering if something has happened to their cat. (Whichever neighbors they are.) They will probably really wonder when she returns home with a shaved belly.
This whole experience has bad, especially for poor Hattie. We were just trying to help; we wanted to get those sores on her neck treated. Then things snowballed and went wrong. Thank goodness she is okay. What is that old saying about good intentions?
I am sick with a sore throat and cough, so I went to bed soon after arriving home. DH met with a friend. About two hours later, DH found a message from the vet on our answering machine that said "Oops...I've made a mistake. Call me." DH said all sorts of things were running through his mind, like maybe they'd given her the wrong anesthesia.
As it turned out, the vet said he had just made a small cut on her when he saw that she had already been spayed! I know this story sounds implausible, but I promise you, I am not making it up. We are still picking her up Monday, as planned, so she will be MIA for the weekend. I bet at some point the neighbors' are going to start wondering if something has happened to their cat. (Whichever neighbors they are.) They will probably really wonder when she returns home with a shaved belly.
This whole experience has bad, especially for poor Hattie. We were just trying to help; we wanted to get those sores on her neck treated. Then things snowballed and went wrong. Thank goodness she is okay. What is that old saying about good intentions?