McDuff was due for his pedicure again. His claws were like daggers. Called up the vet and got an appointment for this morning. I’m so scared they’ll grow in to his pads. That happened with my first cat, Hadassah, and I didn’t even notice. Cats seem to have a different pain threshold compared to us humans. She also had such a big fur, so the swelling from the infection wasn’t visible until it burst one night. Of course, it had to be in the middle of the night, when nothing’s open (I did find a vet who was on call that night, though).
Now, these trips with McDuff to the vet, are always painful. They aren’t getting any better with time either. They’re painful for us all; for him, because he’s frightened out of his wits of the whole thing, starting with the car ride. Painful for us, because we can’t do anything to help him. We can’t make him understand that this is a necessary evil.
Normally, he senses beforehand, that something’s afoot, because I usually bring out the carrier. Today, though, I didn’t do anything until the very last minute. I brought out the cage, grabbed him, put him in there, before he even had time to react. That didn’t really help, but it shortened the amount of suffering time.
All is well now. He’s recovered and had a pouch of Clover Leaf Tuna.