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I have to take the little men to the vet this morning. reigning opinion is that I Suck.
on the upside, I think that I have studied kitten psychology well enough to become an evil mastermind. because over time, the little buggers have become impossible to cage up. last time it took 4 hours to catch Irving because he cottoned so damn quick up what was going on. the magic formula seems to indeed be Shock and Awe. I upended the carriers in the closet 2 days ago, then snatched Irving up about 2 seconds after my eyes popped open this morning. he becomes completely paralyzed when you scruff him, the way they tell you cats will do that they never *actually* do, so the only trick is to get him scruffed before he knows what's coming. he can't even try to starfish his way out of being lowered in.
then I wander downstairs like nothing is wrong (pay no attention to the yowling man behind the curtain), wait til Seeley follows me far enough from the noise to approach, and scoop him up too. he doesn't really fight me on anything once it looks inevitable, but Irving's patheticness will spook him in close range.
I've had a growing suspicion that they had a respiratory infection for about a week now, and then I'm leaving for San Francisco for 10 days (mother's day / birthday present for my mom). so the plan is basically to get them diagnosed and then leave them there while I'm gone.
on the upside, they'll be magically well again when I reaquire them.
on the downside, I'm pretty sure Irving is going to believe in his heart of hearts that I'm abandoning him forever. I've never had to board them before, and this is pretty much his worst fear manifested. I already get ginormous Don't Leave Me eyes every time they've gotta go in their carriers.
*sighs*
on the upside, I think that I have studied kitten psychology well enough to become an evil mastermind. because over time, the little buggers have become impossible to cage up. last time it took 4 hours to catch Irving because he cottoned so damn quick up what was going on. the magic formula seems to indeed be Shock and Awe. I upended the carriers in the closet 2 days ago, then snatched Irving up about 2 seconds after my eyes popped open this morning. he becomes completely paralyzed when you scruff him, the way they tell you cats will do that they never *actually* do, so the only trick is to get him scruffed before he knows what's coming. he can't even try to starfish his way out of being lowered in.
then I wander downstairs like nothing is wrong (pay no attention to the yowling man behind the curtain), wait til Seeley follows me far enough from the noise to approach, and scoop him up too. he doesn't really fight me on anything once it looks inevitable, but Irving's patheticness will spook him in close range.
I've had a growing suspicion that they had a respiratory infection for about a week now, and then I'm leaving for San Francisco for 10 days (mother's day / birthday present for my mom). so the plan is basically to get them diagnosed and then leave them there while I'm gone.
on the upside, they'll be magically well again when I reaquire them.
on the downside, I'm pretty sure Irving is going to believe in his heart of hearts that I'm abandoning him forever. I've never had to board them before, and this is pretty much his worst fear manifested. I already get ginormous Don't Leave Me eyes every time they've gotta go in their carriers.
*sighs*
