Noire’s always been, a very, loving, sweet Cat. He’s shown some
heightened aggressive tendencies, but not much, and it’s mostly the wanting to
“Spray” that is driving our need...For His need...to be Neutered at this time.
He Hadn’t liked His Ride Home, when I decided to bring him here, a Year and a
Half ago, so I borrowed a Cat Kennel from a Friend. He wasn’t happy about the
Kennel, or the Ride, but still Fine in our Opinion, as we arrived, and walked
into the Vets Office.
Now the Vets Office has Five Cats that they have rescued,
and live there permanently, and have free Roam Rights to the place, and they use
it! But...Even His reaction to the couple encounters with these, wasn’t
bad...Almost curious...I couldn’t help but think to myself, that the Kennel at
that point might have even been somewhat comforting. And when we got in the
Examining Room, I swear, I sensed a felling of relief from Him when he was
finally released from His Cage, and could breath a little bit.
The Vet began the
exam...Noire got Weighed...11.3 Lbs...He had his Ears Checked...His Teeth, and
Mouth Checked, His Eyes, and Nose...Notes were being Taken, and Questions asked,
and answered...All with no more than some slight apprehensiveness on Noire's
part. The Doc then proceeded to Rake a Flea, and Tick Comb across him to check
for those, and on the third pass...Without any warning that neither The
Vet...Kathy...Or I noticed...Noire went Mr. Hyde.
As Quick as lightning He
swatted at my Right hand, and a gusher went up, as he gave out a slight Low
Growl, and presented some what of a Chest Out aggressive Stance. He quickly
resumed Relative Calm, under Kathy’s Supervision, as both the Doctor, and I
tended to the wound. It did Bleed pretty good for it’s size, but it was small,
wound, as I'm sure it's intention was to be only a “Warning”, and so was under control, bandaged, and in
the past within 3 or 4 minutes.
This is where there Vet decided to make what
would turn out to be the Smartest move of the Day, and call in some “Back-Up!”
The Tech. came in Wearing Welding Gloves, and I couldn’t help but think that was
also, a pretty good move, as She, and the Doctor tried to resume the
examination.
It was then that Noire went from Mr. Hyde, to Hannibal Lecter... And the
Doc, and the Tech. went from “Playing it Safe Examination”, to “Emergency
Containment”...And the Wife, and I went to Reflexive, Unconscious, Backing
up...clear the Corner of the room, and it was only the Sudden Stop, when we had
reached it’s walls, that had caused me to notice that we had done so! Come to think
of it...If it had been in Conscious Thought...I’m sure that our Fight, or Flight
Instinct would have Kicked in, and common sense, and the need we all have for
the preservation of our own lives would have had the both of us reaching for
the Door, and leaving the Room!
Noire had reverted to one of His Savanna Dwelling
Ancestors...He had turned into a Threatened, Cornered, Wild Animal, and was
doing everything He could to fight to get away. They were trying to Pin Him to
the table, but they were losing...and quickly lost, as Noire
escaped... Stood...Turned...Let out a Blood Curdling Scream...and Jumped off the
Table, and behind a Trash Can, for Relief.
It was then that the Ol’Pro in the Doc recognized
Opportunity, and Need, and ran past us, and out of the Room. And with the three of us remaining in that room...With that thing!...The Vet Tech. started reassuring Noire, and Us, that everything was going to be OK...all the while
Backing up until she was just about just about crowding us in our Corner! Kath, and I were
both Wide eyed Shocked, and Thankful that Noire had sought solace, and escape,
instead of Attack or Revenge.
We three huddled in that corner for a minute and
were silent except for me taking the Lords name in Vain, that slightly slipped out
as I tried to keep it from my Lips. The Tech. then decided she would...or maybe...at least
should, be trying I guess, to regain control of the situation,...grabbed a Towel
as a Shield...and climbed out of what was now “Our Corner” and slowly towards
him. She tried to scoop him, but quickly lost two of those battles, and I couldn’t help
but to think She was Crazy, and that she should either escape while she could, or wait
for the Doctor to be back, Whom at this point in my mind, was either Getting
more Back up... Loading up some type of Tranquilizer Gun...Or maybe...Just propping open
the Front Door...Creating a clear path... and on Her way back to open our Door,
and telling us all to get out! And we would have Too!, And wouldn’t She have
been surprised, because I would have been trying to get out, without taking that Cat!
It was then that the
Doc re-appeared with an addition tech in Welding Gloves. They managed to Corner
Him, and catching Him in a big Beach Towel, got him back to the table. And once
again, the O’l Pro in the Doc came shinning through, as though years of having
to deal with many episodes of “Animals Gone Wild”, had taught Her to recognize
the “Hannibal Lecter Stage, and she produced from Her pocket, to my surprise, a
“Hannibal Lecter Mask”! She handed it to one of the Techs, and as she put it on
Him, Noire let out some of the most disturbing sounds I have ever heard, and
tried his best to get free. There were Three of them Leaning on Him at this
Point, and although it was enough to maintain Control, it was just barley...as
when he would Buck, I swear he lifted slightly off the Table, and the Three of
them lifted slightly off the Ground!
Exhausted as Noire was at this point, the
Instincts kicked in for the final time, and the Final act of a Wild Animal that
feels that they are Prey...Have been Cornered, Attacked, Fought, and
losing...Became “Mad Dog Mean”and was still losing...and as a last effort to get
away, as she was trying to finish Her exam, He peed right in Her Face, and all
over. I don’t know who I felt more sorry for...Noire or Her. But Once
again...The Doc had seen it all before I guess, and took it all in stride, and
with a Quick wipe of Her sleeve across Her face, finished Her Exam.
Noire
moaned, and moved a little as she did, but I guess was pretty much played out,
and had resigned Himself to whatever his fate was to be. We of Course had tried
to help throughout this entire experience...First Physically, and then Morally,
for mainly noire, but for the Vet, and the Tech’s too! Maybe it helped Noire a
bit, I’d like to think anyway...But I’m not so sure about the Staff though! It was
soon after that, it was all over, and I was wonder how they were going to get
him back in the Carrier, but He couldn’t get back in that thing Fast enough, as
I guess, it was both finally escape, and safety.
We Apologized for all the
trouble to the Techs as they began leaving the room, and then to the Doc as she
was at the Sink taking a Minor Sponge Bath to get the remaining Noire Pee off
Her. She told us he was in GREAT SHAPE, and had passed the Pre-Surgery Physical
with FLYING Colors! And with a few more instructions...The examination was done.
We walked
back out into the Receptionist/Waiting Area, and as I looked around the
Room at the two receptionists, and the two People who were seated in the Waiting
Area...I couldn’t help but notice that all of their Eyes were as big as Saucers!
And Both Customers seemed to lean as they strained to get a look at just what we had
in that Carrier...What manner of Beast was at the Center of all that they had
must of heard.
And as a Final Insult...To this Poor Vet, whom in our Opinion had
also just been through one heck of a traumatic experience, the receptionist who
was engaged in conversation with us asked when we wanted to set up for the Neutering, and which of
the Vets we wanted to perform the Operation. I saw the Docs Eyebrows Raise as
she looked at the receptionist, and then turned and looked at me...I wonder what
she would have did had I said we wanted one of the other Docs to perform the
Operation...For someone else to get that Easy Money after all she had been through...But with no fear
for Noire's Care, but with some reservation for Our own Personal Safety at this
Point, I said without Question we would like this Doc right here to do it. So we
set the Appointment...Paid our Bill for services rendered that Day, and out to
the car we all went.
Noire let out a few Meows on the ride Home, but nothing
like He did on the ride to the Vets, and I truley believe most of it, was him engaging
us in conversation about his story of what had just happened! I did wonder as I
opened his Carrier back in the House on exactly what might happen, and so Kath
had grabbed up Rocky, and both of them were safe behind closed doors as I opened the carrier...But after
a few seconds, he slowly came out, and I talked to him, and began to pet Him to comfort
him, and with a few more Meows, He walked a short distance, and laid down, safe
in his own home, a little wide eyed, and I’m sure wondering what the heck just
happened! He slept most of the rest of the day, was quite subdued, and only
required a few trips to His food Dish...And some attention from Kath, and I. He
returned pretty much, to his old self by the next morning.
We take him
tomorrow for the Neutering, and am thankful that our part is only going to be
getting Him in the Carrier, and Quickly locking the Door, and then...just
dropping Him off! I think that the Vets Office, will be a little more prepared
with the Knowledge, that they now have in hand, and the Drugs that they can now
be using to Knock Him out anyway! And for us...our final part in this...all we have
to do is pick up a Drugged out, Testosterone-less Cat...and bring Him home...
All with the hope, that this was all worth everyone's efforts, and that all
concerned...will all live Happily ever after!
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