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Roo Goes to the Doctor
Sep. 12th, 2005 07:30 pmSuzanne took Roo to the vet this morning (thank you, Suzanne!). I spent all day worrying about Roo, and then went to the vet to pick her up.
That's right - Roo's a girl. I made a mistake when I thought Roo was a boy. Roo's also about six weeks old, not a month, although Suzanne's estimation was pretty close.
She got a flea treatment, so she's clean now, and some medicine for her eye. She was quite the celebrity at the vet's office, which is not at all surprising. I heard she was mewling a lot though, which means she was scared. I hope when I take her back in a month (for shots) she will be old enough to handle it better. For now, it's good to know that she's healthy.
Since the vet lost the little box that Suzanne brought Roo in, they lent me a real carrier. The advantage of this is that, well, it's an actual carrier that I can take Roo around in, and I can put her in it at night so she can stay in my room. The disadvantage was that it kept me from taking her on the subway. One can get away with a kitten in a box, but a carrier is too obvious. I took a cab home. Roo is glad to be back, and accepted my invitation to come in my room with tentative disbelief. Now she is sleeping on my lap. She's had a long day.
I plan to go to Monster Pets tomorrow to get her a carrier bag, a litterbox, and maybe a collar. She has a particular corner she likes to widdle in, so I can put the box there for now and move it to the bathroom later, after she's used to using it.
Tomorrow I may have to stay overtime at work to finish up a project. Bleah.
That's right - Roo's a girl. I made a mistake when I thought Roo was a boy. Roo's also about six weeks old, not a month, although Suzanne's estimation was pretty close.
She got a flea treatment, so she's clean now, and some medicine for her eye. She was quite the celebrity at the vet's office, which is not at all surprising. I heard she was mewling a lot though, which means she was scared. I hope when I take her back in a month (for shots) she will be old enough to handle it better. For now, it's good to know that she's healthy.
Since the vet lost the little box that Suzanne brought Roo in, they lent me a real carrier. The advantage of this is that, well, it's an actual carrier that I can take Roo around in, and I can put her in it at night so she can stay in my room. The disadvantage was that it kept me from taking her on the subway. One can get away with a kitten in a box, but a carrier is too obvious. I took a cab home. Roo is glad to be back, and accepted my invitation to come in my room with tentative disbelief. Now she is sleeping on my lap. She's had a long day.
I plan to go to Monster Pets tomorrow to get her a carrier bag, a litterbox, and maybe a collar. She has a particular corner she likes to widdle in, so I can put the box there for now and move it to the bathroom later, after she's used to using it.
Tomorrow I may have to stay overtime at work to finish up a project. Bleah.
