Taking our girl to the vet.

This is our darling baby, Isabelle. Yesterday we took her for her annual physical at the vet's office. This is traumatising for an indoor cat, who only goes out in her carrier once each year. It is also expensive, but worth every penny.


She is in perfect health, according "Dr. Devin". She is carrying a little more weight than he would like to see, but that is common in indoor cats that have been spayed. He checked her teeth, and they are good as well.

This was her year for a feline distemper shot. She was very good about it, not even flinching as Dr. Hunt put the needle in. Which is more than can be said for poor Sandra, who hates needles with a passion. She just sat there and gave us her version of the puppy-dog-pout (which I must discuss in another post) as if to tell us, "I really want to go home now!"

The most difficult part of the whole process is travelling. Cats were not made to ride in hot muggy cars for half an hour each way. While the car was in motion, she was fine, but if we had to stop for more than a few seconds, she would meow at us. I felt so bad for her.

Still, she came through safe and sound, and is good for another year.

If only it were so simple with her big sister!