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I’m currently sitting in a darkened exam room with my cat at the ER. He was anorexic and lethargic at home, and had some diarrhea and vomited as well. Temperature of 104. My mom was worried he may have gotten into some dental floss, so X-rays are in order.
This little bastard, with an e-collar on his head by the way, managed to wriggle his way INSIDE the X-ray table, where all the cords are, from where he launched continued claw attacks at the vet techs. The techs, their gloves dangling in tatters from their hands, emerged from the room, shell-shocked, and asked me if I could help retrieve him.
So now I’m sitting here with him waiting for sedation to take effect.
Ugh. That’s all I can say.
When they said “Paw!” I read it in a sort of TV hillbilly accent like the pup was complaining “Oh, Paw!” 😄