It’s been a while since I took Mon and Monta to the vet to get their nails clipped, and today I noticed they were getting pretty curly. Since it is beautiful weather today it seemed like a good time to take care of it.
Monta, as usual, was the soul of cooperation and immediately went into the small carrying cage and sat on a perch and waited.
Then there is Mon.
She hates that small cage with a passion. It took me TWENTY FIVE MINUTES to get her in! She would fly to the sink, fly to the office, fly to a shelf, fly back into the cage. And when I tried to grasp her to force her in she squawked like somebody was trying to kill her. (Mon does not snuggle like Monta does.)
Finally, as I was about to give up and leave her home, she looks at the small cage and gives an expression like, “Oh, there’s Monta” and hops in.
Then I carried them over to the vet, which is about a 10 minute walk away. But when I got there I realized in all the fluster I left my wallet at home. So I left them at the vet (and told the cats in the waiting room that Mon and Monta were not pet food) and ran back to my house and then back to the vet.
The doctor had finished while I was gone and reported that, as usual, Monta was very cooperative and Mon squawked like crazy, but they are both fine.
So at least that’s over with until maybe sometime in the summer.
This is a photo of them inside the small carrying cage after we got home.