Tuesday, April 03, 2007

PPBob: The cat-hater

Further proof that my cat is really a dog.... She doesn't like her own kind. She went to the vet for a follow-up visit today. I just got a call from a very apologetic vet. PPBob refused to come out of her carrier for her, and pooped in rather grand fashion. She was able to get her out to clean her up, but didn't want to stress her anymore trying to get her to pee. Apparently being left in the cat quarters of the vet's clinic freaked her out.

I guess she'll be an only cat....

3 comments:

Pilgrim/Heretic said...

I can't stop laughing about "pooping in grand fashion"... TwoCat knows that trick too.

PPB said...

Oh, she doesn't necessarily hate other cats. She hates being held captive in a funny smelling place with strange people that aren't her mom but demand rights to poke and prod her. I don't think it makes her a cat hater. I think it makes her sane.

Sue said...

Aw, poor baby. She was probably just a bit frightened. We picked up Truffle at the vet once and they said she had been "fractious" which I think means ticked. right. off.

Truffle gets along fine with Ouzo (as long as submits to her queenly rule).