Freckles Sees the Doctor

Today was Freckles appointment with the veterinarian, and well, it kind of went OK.

Little Ellis likes to see Freckles hiss, and well he missed quite a show this morning.

We lured Freckles into the back sunroom this morning. He seemed to know that something was up, especially after we closed the door between the kitchen and sunroom. He stayed calm. But wanted out.

The vet is a great guy, really awesome. He has agreed to see Freckles on his own turf, here in Marietta. Last year was the first year for a house call. Freckles does not do well in the car. He pees. He poops. He pukes. He pants. It really seems to suck the life out of him.

Though it was a year since his last visit from the vet, Freckles just seems to have an amazing memory. He seemed to know that the closed sun room meant something he did not enjoy.

When the vet arrived Freckles stayed rather calm and let the vet pet him, while still begging to be let through the door to the kitchen. But when Barb picked him up, first to try to calm him down, and then set him on the sun room table - well, Freckles went wild and gave it all his efforts to break free from Barb.

Freckles dug his back claws into Barbie's chest and sprung to the floor. He really left some good marks this time. If only he knew we were trying to help him. I hope Barb's scratches heal fast. I feel so bad that he did that to her.

We got Freckles up on the scale, somehow. He weighed in at 18-pounds, a big cat. I calmed him and petted him and held him in place. Just then the vet gave the "GO" signal to his assistant and she swooped him and grabbed him firm by the scruff of the back of the neck.

Freckles showed his teeth and hissed wildly.

I can honestly say I've never seen that expression on him before.

The vet hit him with a couple of shots. In the wildness of everything I don't even really know if it was two shots or three. Freckles was a bear, being the meanest I've ever seen him. But the vet's assistant definitely showed him who was boss and kept him still.

The vet said that Freckles wasn't the meanest cat he's seen.

Barb said, "He's not?" in disbelief.

The vet answered, "Oh my no."

Freckles has developed a bit of a skin problem and has been losing fur in clumps along his right side, and his skin has been dry and he has shown some dandruff. The vet went in for a good look. He's going to give us two pills to give Freckles daily for 30-days. He also recommended Freckles getting a good bath.

Oh boy, getting Freckles to swallow two pills every day. That should be interesting.

Susan, are you ready to give Freckles another bath? (Wish I could see her face after she reads that line . . . lol.)