Our 3 cats went to the vet the other day to get wormed, and Pricilla had her eye looked at as we suspected she had conjunctivitis. Poor little things!
We got the same guy (vet) as the last time Keiko received her yearly check-up and vaccination. I knew there was something I didn’t like about him!
He looked at Pricilla’s eye and we established that she has conjunctivitis and that she needs eye medication. That was settled (even though I don’t like the type of medication we’ve been given, but that’s minor).
When we started talking about the worming tablet, he said he would use this metal tweezer-like implement to shove it down Pricilla’s throat as he didn’t want to be bitten.
I was thinking, “That’s exactly why we brought them? Because you’re supposed to know what you’re doing? What kind of vet are you?”
Anyway, we went along with it and watched in horror as he held down Pricilla’s head and tried to give her the worming tablet. She struggled, of course. After the third time, much to our horror, the tablet was smeared with blood. He had actually drawn blood from inside poor Pricilla’s mouth.
Graeme managed to say, “That doesn’t look right.. can we try another way?”
I’m ranting because every other time we’ve been to the vet for worming, they have used either their hand or a plastic tablet inserter thing. Not metal tweezers, or tongs, or whatever they are!! I was angry. I was wondering where the other vet was, who last time gave Kenji his worming tablet with such finesse, no dramas.
So this awful man (vet) got us onto Profender, administered to the back of the neck. He said although more expensive, it may be a better option because our cats don’t like tablets. (I was thinking, well, we’ve never had that much trouble before, it was probably the metal implement shoved in her mouth, but ok.) We decided this might actually be a good option as the girls hate receiving medication anyway.
So today, I gave them all Profender at home. Keep in mind that our cats don’t even get flea treatment because they’re indoor cats and get showered once a fortnight, and plus they all really like to keep clean.
What a disaster! The cats have spent the entire day trying in vain to lick the medication, which they can’t reach because it’s on the back of the neck – but then they managed to scratch it and lick their foot.
Poor Keiko and Pricilla have already vomited.
If that awful man (vet) had given them the tablet as we asked, without trying to take their eye out in the process, they wouldn’t be feeling so sick.
AND last time Keiko was there, we asked if it’s bad if she drinks milk then has diarrhoea or vomits (duh) – we actually try to get them cat milk – but the awful man (vet) actually said that some cats are lactose intolerant, but it’s not a big deal because his own cat loves milk and just gets diarrhoea all the time.
What kind of a vet is he? I think he needs to go back to university.
How dare he harm our little darlings?