Last week, what was supposed to be a routine vet visit for Haru’s half-yearly deworming pill turned into a dramatic adventure that left both Sherilyn and me with a few battle scars, courtesy of our feisty feline.
As usual, I took Haru to the vet with Sherilyn holding her in the car. The car ride was relatively uneventful, thanks to Sherilyn’s calming presence. But once we arrived at the vet, Haru’s true colors began to show. Like clockwork, she hissed and spat at the vet, especially when the vet checked her teeth. Haru has always been a bit of a drama queen during vet visits, and this time was no different.
Everything was going quite smoothly until I noticed some newborn kittens crying in a paper bag. A lady had brought the kittens to the vet, hoping they would take them in. Unfortunately, since the kittens were newborns, the vet had to turn the lady away. The sound of the kittens crying caught Haru’s attention, and that’s when things took a turn for the worse.
I was carrying Haru at the time, and the moment she heard those tiny cries, she panicked. In a flash, her deadly claws came out, and she clung to both sides of my shoulder with such force that it felt like my skin was about to be ripped off. I couldn’t help but scream in pain. The vet and her daughter rushed out to help me, and it was clear that Haru was not in a good mood.
Given the situation, I asked the vet to trim Haru’s claws while we were there. Unsurprisingly, this didn’t sit well with Haru, who became even more agitated. It was a tense few minutes, but the vet managed to cut her claws, though not without much hissing and growling from Haru.
Meanwhile, Sherilyn had found herself a distraction in the form of a cage filled with a mother cat and her kittens. She couldn’t resist patting the adorable kittens and was reluctant to leave them behind. However, when we finally got back to the car, Haru’s sharp senses picked up the scent of the kittens on Sherilyn’s hands. Without warning, she bit Sherilyn’s hand, clearly triggered by the unfamiliar smell.
By the time we got home, Haru was completely rattled. To make matters worse, a friend was visiting, and Haru, already on edge, decided that hiding under the sofa was the safest option. It took almost an hour before she felt comfortable enough to come out.
This vet trip was anything but ordinary. Between the near skin-ripping experience and Sherilyn getting bitten, it’s safe to say that Haru’s deworming day was filled with more drama than we anticipated. But despite the painful scratches, bites, and scares, it’s all part of the adventure of being a cat parent. Haru may be a handful, but we wouldn’t trade her for anything.
Haru’s claws that were clawed to my skin for a brief 5 seconds were almost as painful as the LA jab administered on my foot during my laser surgery last month 😖
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