I hate the whole thing because it is stressful for the cat and it is stressful for me. I ended up crying on the way home, exhaustion, relief, distress at being alone in everything, feeling sorry for myself, me wailing and Thomas wailing beside me, me wanting my mum. waiting 50 minutes in the waiting room with other wailing animals because the vet was running late and the final bill of £91 for a bitten ear examination, an antibiotic shot and some new batheing stuff to have in the cupboard for future bites and some painkiller to put on the food that he is bound not to like and the other cats will eat or spit out and all food potentially rejected. I decided that the vet ordeal was enough for tonight and just fed them as normal. He doesn't appear to be in pain anyway.
Thomas calmed down in the 50 minute wait, a man was friendly to me in the waiting room and told me it was partly his dog's fault (some long unexpected procedure) and I was so grumpy I didn't say enough to him so on the way out I went over and thanked him for his kindness to me and then promptly fled and started crying.
Thomas now weighs 7.5 kilos and the last time he went he was 3.5 kilos. The vet said "he must have been a kitten last time". I think he was about 3. In 5 years here he has gained a lot of weight. She said he is a lovely cat and she lifted him back in his cage with ease in reverse and I had had to drop him in vertically, head first, to get him there. I don't know how she made it look so easy.
Thomas is the one standing on the newspaper getting stuck in. I hope to have a normal day tomorrow.
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