I hate it when that happens!
This isn't the first time.
At 8:10 I called the vet office for an appointment and they said I could come in at 9:00 if I could make it. So I said okay and started to rush around, as that only gave me twenty minutes to eat breakfast and get dressed. I know from experience that I need to allow at least half an hour to catch a reluctant cat and struggle to get him in the carrier and drive to the vet office. Well, I came downstairs after dressing and looked in the sewing room to see where Red Cat was, as I didn't want him to see me bringing the carrier into the bathroom, where I usually manage to corner him and get him in it.
Well, that Red Cat took one look at me, jumped out of his little bed and made a mad dash for the storage room under the stairs where he could hide behind all the boxes and it would take at least an hour for me to get at him. How in the world did he know what was up? Could he smell it on me? I'm not kidding; those cats do have a fine sense of smell and maybe it IS possible that I smell different with the thought of the stress ahead of me to catch that cat!
Anyway, I called the vet office and changed the appointment to 10:30. So now I am impatiently sitting here waiting for Red Cat to venture out from his hiding place. Next time I think I'll shut that door before I even make a call to the vet office!
At 8:10 I called the vet office for an appointment and they said I could come in at 9:00 if I could make it. So I said okay and started to rush around, as that only gave me twenty minutes to eat breakfast and get dressed. I know from experience that I need to allow at least half an hour to catch a reluctant cat and struggle to get him in the carrier and drive to the vet office. Well, I came downstairs after dressing and looked in the sewing room to see where Red Cat was, as I didn't want him to see me bringing the carrier into the bathroom, where I usually manage to corner him and get him in it.
Well, that Red Cat took one look at me, jumped out of his little bed and made a mad dash for the storage room under the stairs where he could hide behind all the boxes and it would take at least an hour for me to get at him. How in the world did he know what was up? Could he smell it on me? I'm not kidding; those cats do have a fine sense of smell and maybe it IS possible that I smell different with the thought of the stress ahead of me to catch that cat!
Anyway, I called the vet office and changed the appointment to 10:30. So now I am impatiently sitting here waiting for Red Cat to venture out from his hiding place. Next time I think I'll shut that door before I even make a call to the vet office!