This is one of those believe it or not stories. The names of those involved have been changed to protect the innocent. Since there are no innocent parties in this story…?
Hoss Cartwright, age 6 months had an appointment with destiny today. He was due at Dr. Franklin’s for THE BIG SNIP job. This would be our 2nd attempt.
Hoss doesn’t like the kitty carrier. Ergo, I decided to toss primo C-nip into the carrier so he could decide he might like it. The photos are proof that he did just that – contrary to what he might want to try and tell you now.
Today was a very long day that followed a night of maybe 4 hours sleep.
Why just 4 hours sleep you might ask?
Rumsfeld decided to bark at the cats – until 3:30AM.
So, I finally stumble upstairs to put PLAN A into action. We would have a good time, play with the C-nip, get a little stoned, and maybe get Hoss into the carrier and the door closed before he knew what hit him.
Everything went exactly as planned.
Hoss was so stoned that he did not even know he was locked in the carrier.
Then I picked it up and headed to the door.
He started “bucking” like a bronco.
I was just opening the front door when he bucked so hard he literally split the carrier into two pieces. He broke it, stripping the latches.
The last I saw of him he was bouncing over the pet gate and flying down the steps.
I spent 40 minutes at the vet getting tranquilizers (for the cat).
I have borrowed another carrier.
Hoss surfaced about 3:30 this afternoon and glared at me.
At 8:30 he “allowed” me to pick him up and put him on the counter for a Fancy Feast din-din.
He’s now sleeping off the whole ordeal.
The following photos illustrate the busy Sunday afternoon Bubbles and Hoss experienced. No cats were injured in the process of taking these photos. There was a renumeration of salmon flavored Fancy Feast later in the afternoon.