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Demon Cat From Hell at the East Hill Animal Hospital

The Qatari Cat occasionally has a little problem with cleanliness and hygiene, and since we don’t know if it might be a sign of something serious, we booked an appointment with a vet, the vet everyone talks about as being the best vet in town, so caring. We’ve visited her operation on open house day and we were impressed with her professionalism and knowledge, so we called her.

It was a really really good thing we did. When it came time to take him to the vet, I just plonked the cat cage down next to him, picked him up and put him inside, before he even really knew what was happening. He complained all the way to the vet, but nothing serious, like our diabetic cat who hated car motion and always threw up and defecated when we would take her places. 😦

We signed in, visited with the three little kittens seeking adoption, and then, our name was called. We took QC into an examination room where the assistant weighed him and stroked him and told him how sweet he was. He ate it up. He was as good as gold.

The vet came in, and took a look, said it didn’t look serious but that sometimes you see this problem in big cats and long haired cats, so they would just clean him up a little and shave his bottom.

“Hold him down like this,” she showed her assistant, and the Qatari cat cooperated. Er, well, he cooperated until the first vibration of the razor hit his hind-end hairs, at which time he did an instantaneous transformation into The Demon Cat From Hell, twisting, howling, hissing, trying to bite or scratch, little legs going in reverse, back writhing . . .

“I can’t hold him!” the assistant cried, and she hid her terror, but her voice trembled.

“Get the towel,” the vet said calmly, as she held him down with her two strong hands while the demon-cat-from-hell told her he intended great harm to her as soon as he could get free. She threw the towel over his head, which only made him madder and squirmier, but as the vet tech struggled and held the Qatari Cat down, the vet calmly continued with the “grooming.”

“We use these to clean the bottoms,” she said, pulling out those antiseptic wet-wipes we all carry around to wash our hands when there is no water around.

I just laughed. I have chased the Qatari cat around with warm wet cloths, with wet wipes, with towels . . . he does not like anyone messing with his bottom.

“Now that you’ve shaved him, I think he’ll be OK until the next time,” I said.

Trust me, Qatari Cat, when he is rational, knows I am the alpha. He obeys me. I can tell him to come in out of the garage and he will come; I can pat the bed and he will come lie down next to me. He knows my signals and he acknowledges my Queen-of-the-food-supply-and-warm-body status. Mess with his bottom, however, and all rational thought (in cat terms, rational thought, not our terms) flies out the window as the basest of instincts takes over.

Here is the sweet part. The clinic wrote us a thank you note for our visit. When it came in the mail, I was almost afraid to open it, afraid they would tell us that unfortunately, their practice is full right how and that they would like for us to find another vet for the Qatari Cat. Not so. It was a genuine thank you note, thanking us for our visit. They are totally a class act.

East Hill Animal Hospital, Pensacola, FL.

November 16, 2010 - Posted by | Adventure, Civility, Community, Customer Service, ExPat Life, Family Issues, Living Conditions, Pensacola, Pets, Qatteri Cat


  1. This made me laugh hysterically! I saw bits of my parents’ pets in them…one cat immediately defecated as soon as he was in a moving (in a vehicle) carrier. Which always smelled awful – especially once when we were really young and moving to Georgia – dad and us kids left before mom, who stayed behind to fly (kids drove with dad) down with the cat after the house sale paperwork was over. A friend of the family drove her and the cat to the airport and apparently they drove the whole way with their heads out of the windows.

    On top of that, my parents’ dog loves the attention he gets at the vet…until it comes time to clip his nails. Then he becomes “Pitiful dog who is going to run as far away from you as possible if you’ll only give him the chance – he hears that China has some nice people there.” He whimpers in such a high-pitched voice and struggles to get away from them like it’s his job. The newest way they’ve found to keep him calmer is to put peanut butter on a tongue depressor – he loves food and PB takes FOREVER to lick off of a tongue depressor. He whimpers the whole time, but he doesn’t try to run away to China.

    Comment by Emma | November 16, 2010 | Reply

  2. LLOOLL@your parent’s pets! Dogs are such drama queens, aren’t they? When traveling with our drama-cat, we learned to always carry wet wipes and always had an old towel in the bottom of her cage, one we could throw out at one of those roadside stops with trash cans.

    The best cat hotel our cats have ever stayed in was in a small village in Germany, and they had beautiful individual rooms, glassed on one side with lots of birds and trees, and a window on the other side, where they could watch mice run around a cage. They were also experienced with diabetic cats, so our cat never minded going there for a stay. It had a way of making cats feel safe and pampered. 🙂

    So Emma, when are you going to break down and get a little kitten?

    Comment by intlxpatr | November 16, 2010 | Reply

  3. Poor QC! It would have been like someone coming after your back end with hedge clippers! If this is going to be a routine thing, you may want to ask about kitty valium for him before you go. We had a cat that was so traumatized by going to the vet they told me never to bring him there again without the valium in him 30 minutes ahead of time. He was dangerous! It didn’t help he was a scrapper and ended up with abscesses 2-3 times a year. After the first one, he would just lay on the floor and let me clean them out with peroxide and pack them with bacitracin twice a day rather than go to the vet.

    Comment by momcat | November 16, 2010 | Reply

  4. LLOOLL, Momcat, Valium, what a great idea. I discovered something similar; I discovered it is a whole lot easier to give a cat a shot than it is to try to make them take a pill. When our diabetic cat was first diagnosed, it was scary, but after a few weeks of twice-a-day injections, I got to be really good at it. If I had to give QC Valium, I would ask for the injectable kind. 🙂 Those feral instincts are just so strong. QC’s snarl is truly intimidating.

    Comment by intlxpatr | November 16, 2010 | Reply

  5. […] first visit to the vet went badly. You can read about it here. He was fine until the buzzing razor hit his bottom and then all his survival instincts kicked in. […]

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