Ok, so I know not ALL of you are cat lovers out there, but I have to share this one. For those of you who know cats, you may find this entertaining. For those who know Rosie, you will find this hysterical.
This is Rosie. She is 9 years old and the sweetest domestic medium hair you have ever met. Rosie spends a majority of her days snuggled in our bed napping.
She spends her evenings curled up on my lap or playing with John.
She loves certain people, like Haden. And she loves to snuggle with Haden, but isn't always mindful of leaving enough room for him when sharing a seat :)
But if she doesn't love you, she leaves you alone. When we have company, she hides under the bed and only comes out for certain people.
We have always found her quirkiness cute. For example, Rosie will have nothing but fresh running water from the tap. No bowl of stagnant water will do for her!
Well, she will also share whatever you are drinking from a Solo cup...especially sweet tea!
Rosie takes any chance you will giver her to jump into your dresser drawer, curl up in a Wal-Mart bag, lay in a box, or a laundry basket, or in the sink (waiting for you to give her a drink of course)!
Well, now that you have an idea of just how sweet and cute our Rosie is, let me tell you about the "other side" of her personality! I had to take Rosie to the vet about a year ago. She is indoor only and I admit I have not kept up on her annual visits to the vet. John got a box from Petsmart, the cardboard kind that is made for transporting small pets to the vet. I put Rosie inside and closed the box. She was PISSED!!! The vet is a good 20 minute drive from our house and Rosie hissed and screamed the entire way! I had her in the passenger seat and was having to drive and fight her the whole way. Rosie ripped the box open and all the way down one side and was trying to break free! Once inside the vet's office, Rosie was so upset they put us straight into a room, no waiting! They probably didn't want to upset the other well-behaved pets who were in the waiting area being good little cats and dogs! We made it into the exam room and Rosie proceeded to continue to tear the box to absolute oblivion! I have never seen anything like it! When I tried to get her out and console her, she bit me and drew blood. The vet came in, took one look at the situation, and quickly left to get backup. It took two vets trying to hold her down and after they had both been bitten, they went for the straight jacket. A straight jacket for cats?!?!? i never knew... here is a picture for those who have never had the pleasure of witnessing this trauma...
ok, so once wrestled inside, Rosie was still so bad they had a hard time letting her head out without her biting them. Once they finished everything they needed to do, which included shaving her neck (she was in for a sore she had that wouldn't heal) they placed her into a pet taxi and let me take it home because there was no other way to get her out of the building. There was cat hair an inch deep on the floor from all the hair she lost during the event and we waded to the car. I had to take the taxi back the next day.
Well, poor Rosie has to go back to the vet :( She has an eye problem and we don't know what it is. Here is how she looks now
In anticipation of the horrible ride to the vet, we made an appointment at a different vet that is a few blocks away and I have purchased a pet taxi. HA! Rosie is no match for me! I got smart this time! John came home to assist and we got her into the taxi in record time! About 15 minutes. She was so worked up, she blew poo all over the inside of the carrier and all over herself. That's great... not at all embarrassing. Got to the vet and she hissed at anyone who tried to look at her or talk to her. The tech weighed her and that went relatively well (13.2 lbs) and then proceeded to explain the way they handle cats like Rosie. They don't do that inhumane straight jacket thing... no ma'am! At this place, they have a clear plastic gas chamber for cats like our Rosie. I'm thinking, Oh jeez, just get this whole thing over with so I can take her home where she turns back into Mr. Hyde! She let the vet do what she needed to do as long as she kept a respectful distance and we avoided the gas chamber! All-in-all, best vet experience I've ever had with Rosie... ever.
Oh! Turns out she is allergic to her food. And has an eye infection.
I love that cat!
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