Diblet just turned six months old, which of course means the time for his feline rite of passage (his cat-mitzvah, if you will) is at hand. So, with due diligence, we starved him for half a day, then Karin and I packed him into his carrier and I shuttled him off this morning to see Dr. Miller for the ceremonial removing of the harbls. Thankfully, there were no potentially exploding cardboard boxes this time around.
Diblet has never been out of the house before, so he remained rather still for the first mile. It wasn’t long, though, before he began to fuss. It was a tiny wail, but a heart wrenching one. It continued the rest of the trip, killing me just a little with each new cry.
We arrived at the vet’s office at 6:57am. I saw no reason why Dibby had to stay cooped up for an entire three minutes, so I opened the door to the carrier and let him out.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but Diblet is the purringest kitty I have ever beheld. His motor is so loud, he rumbles. And when I opened that cat carrier door, he really started rumbling! He sprang out and started exploring the car as if it were some new kitty playground. Backseat to front to back again, buzzing like a lawnmower the entire time. Happiest. Kitty. Ever. He had no idea what was going to happen to him in a couple hours’ time.
The clinic opened up. Diblet surprisingly gave me no trouble as I put him back in the carrier. There was only one other patient in the vet’s office; a gorgeous female German Shepherd Dog was there with her owner, evidently for the same procedure as Dibby only, you know, girl style. Dibby’s no stranger to German Shepherds, as you know, and didn’t seem perturbed by the clinic at all. In fact, every time I reached in to pet him, I could feel his motor running. He was purring even as he awaited castration.
On a side note, I thought the waiting room reading material offered was rather humorous, so I snapped a quick photo with my cell phone. The Beginner’s Guide to Animal Autopsy. How… interesting and sort of creepy.
Anyway, I handed my priceless package over to the vet tech and was informed, as always, I could call around noon to see how he was doing.
I called the vet’s office on my lunch break and was informed everything had gone swimmingly and that I could pick Diblet up anytime before five.
Precisely three hours after that, I was punching out and making my way back to the vet clinic. I didn’t need to call home to know that Panda was crazy-anxious to see her kitten.
But it wasn’t just Panda who wanted to see little Diblet. DG also missed his little buddy and was quite relieved to have him home, as you can see:
One final note: It would seem that the extra $18 for the pain shot is still a hella good deal. Other than the incessant licking, you'd never know by the way he's acting that Diblet had just been separated from his nuts. It worries me a little to see him so active so soon, but it's not like he's doing a lot of jumping, so I guess he'll be alright.