Invisible Cat

Whoever said, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” was incorrect. Hell hath no fury like a cat that has to visit the veterinarian. This cliché was clearly demonstrated to me last week.

I was sitting at my computer at home on Saturday morning, still in my robe, drinking coffee and reading my email. It’s Saturday, after all, why rush? My daughter came in: “Did you take the cat already?”

“Take the cat? Where? OH! NO!” I had 15 minutes to get dressed and get there. I had made the appointment a month ahead as Saturday appointments are so hard to get — how could I forget?

I jumped into jeans and a sweatshirt and grabbed the cat carrier. “Where is the cat?” How is it that animals seem to know when it is time to disappear? A frantic search under the beds, behind the furniture, and in the closets and garage finally produced a cat.

Trying to get a reluctant cat into the carrier would make a good comedy sketch. Somehow she became all legs and claws. She sprawled her legs, caught the edge of the door, twisted and fought frantically, refusing to get inside. I eventually managed to squeeze her in and convince her that she was going whether she liked it or not.

I thought she would scream all the way there, but actually she was pretty good considering that cats, unlike dogs, hate riding in the car. I turned on the radio as I’ve always heard that music soothes the savage beast. I’m not certain if that includes country music, but that’s all I could find on the radio. She was strangely silent, however, pretending that she was not there, probably hoping that I would forget about her.

I sped to the vet’s office, keeping an eye in the rear view mirror — not that I would exceed the speed limit, of course. I screeched into the parking lot, grabbed the cat carrier and ran inside, only 5 minutes late.

“Is Frisky here for her shots?”

At about that moment, Frisky realized where she was and let out a blood-curdling howl that would have rivaled any of her wild African cousins. Apparently, she recalled her last experience at the vet and had no intention of repeating it.

“It’s only shots this time!” I told her. Of course, she didn’t understand and continued to scream bloody murder as we were ushered into the examination room.

For all the difficulty I had getting her in the carrier, you would think it would be easy to get her out. Are you kidding? She made herself as flat as possible at the back of the carrier and tried hard to become invisible. Finally, I had to drag her from the box. Her heart was pounding and I knew she was scared to death.

I tried to calm her but her eyes remained wide and her heart rate fast. The vet came and did the necessary deed quickly. Frisky was now finished for a year. This time, I had no problem getting her back into the box where she again squeezed herself into the corner and tried to disappear.

We had a peaceful ride back home. Thank God for cat carriers. I could never have done it without one. The cat meowed some, but I think she was just complaining to me about taking her to that horrible place where innocent cats are jabbed with needles.

Back home, I opened the door to the carrier and she shot out like a bullet, ran to the back of the house and hid under the bed. I’ve not seen her since. I know she still lives here as her cat foot is eaten and the litter box needs cleaning.

Apparently, she has finally accomplished her goal of becoming invisible.

Copyright 2006 Sheila Moss

About Sheila Moss

My stories are about daily life and the funny things that happen to all of us. My columns have been published in numerous newspapers, magazines, anthologies, and websites.
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6 Responses to Invisible Cat

  1. Robbie Yates says:

    Poor invisible Frisky 😂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sheila Moss says:

    She will eventually come out. She always does — usually just in time to cause more trouble.

    Like

  3. energywriter says:

    Poor Kitty! I can relate. When the doctor says I need a shot, I cringe and whine, “Do I have to?”

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Sunshinysa says:

    I have three kitties. Its happiness and fun at my farm.

    Liked by 1 person

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