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7.2 pounds of holy terror
I love it when a new vet starts at my local clinic. We brought Tribble in for her annual shots and to have her nails trimmed. The tech saw us arrive and simply went "Oh NO!" and proceeded to disappear Trib's reputation is still in good standing. The new vet came in and said thet she would do her nails after giving her a complete physical and her shots. Tribble was quite cooperative during the "regular" indignities of going to a vet, and the doctor was about to start her nails, when i asked why she hadn't put the lampshade collar on, or requested aid from Cindy, the tech. She claimed that it was all in the way you handled the cat, and Trib seemed sweet and placid, so she wasn't expecting any problems. 20 minutes, a large bundling towel, and the infamous collar later, plus multitudinous scratches, Trib sat dejectedly in a corner yowling in anger, and the vet realized that sometimes the owners DO know more than the doctor. I think next month, she'll ask for help right off the bat. She'll learn....
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