So, I think I’ve mentioned Jonesy’s little problem before. He has slightly unusual anal glands and they have to be expressed on a pretty regular basis. I’ve let it go a little longer than usual but he wasn’t showing any symptoms until recently. What are the symptoms you ask? For him, scooting, frantic litter box scratching many times in a row (it’s uncomfortable for him to go) and, frankly, odor. And let me tell you it’s pretty much the worst smell ever.
I made an appointment for after work. I was hoping to take Raksha in and leave for her spay surgery but they were too full. So I rushed home, grabbed Jonesy, and rushed back to the vet. The usual method is that I hold his head and front paws while the vet works at his, er, back end. We even had a third person this time. All of a sudden, there was a gasp and an “OH!”. His poor gland was so full that practically as she touched it, it expressed rather forcefully, and in some physics-defying motion, managed to get on me (!!!!) and on my knapsack that I hadn’t taken off. I hung on to him as she went for the other side. It, too, had a hair-trigger and sprayed across the room hitting the door! The vet got some on herself and in her hair. Nicole, the technician who was helping was frantically trying to keep track of the spray and wipe it off me (and the knapsack). I am not exaggerating when I say that one TINY drop of that vile stuff will haunt you until you change or shower or both.
To top things off, they’d had a cancellation and wanted Raksha to be admitted. I could have delivered her the next morning, but fasting her would have been difficult with Baloo alongside. So when we were finished with Jonesy I rushed home again, scooped up Raksha and rushed back (Smelling that horrible smell the whole time!). Halfway there I had a horrible thought: what if, in my haste, I grabbed the wrong one?! Raksha is very, very tiny! So when I got there we quickly checked that I had the right cat. Whew. She was so scared, but Nicole could hold her and cuddle her and she didn’t struggle. In fact, I saw her lean into a cheek skritch. Of course if the vet finds that she is, in fact, pregnant she’ll just come home again, dewormed. But we’re really, really hoping not. Nicole didn’t think so.
And Baloo? We played last night and this morning he didn’t run away from me! He was just under the desk and when I brought his food in he let me pet him and skritch his cheek without running away. Awesome!