Fang - The Vet Visit

We raced out of work late due to last minute fires, headed over to my mom-in-law's to pickup Fang for his Vet appointment. When we arrived, I expected Fang to be stressed and anxious but instead discovered him (yes, I checked the gender and as my brother would say, "He's packing") lounging comfortably on some boxes in the garage, still purring and kneading.

My Oldest had been keeping tabs on his food and drink, preparing mushy food for him as we figured with those teeth he wouldn't be comfortable with dry food. My Youngest had been keeping him company so he didn't feel abandoned and all-in-all they did a great job because Fang didn't look like he intended to go anywhere soon.

My mom-in-law gave me a comfy little blanket to wrap him in for the trip to the vet and other than gracing my husband with a few well-aimed sneezes (barely deflected by my husband's elbow shield) we made it to the vet just by the hair of our chinny-chin-chin.

The technicians and veterinary doctor oohed and ahhhed over the cat "Ohhhhh, he's darling!"
My husband - to himself "No, he's SCARY."

They prepared an overnight space with a warm blanket, water and a kitty box. Fang was not ready to be left behind as evidenced by the first absence of purring and kneading since entering our custody. He attempted to bring us back over to his cage with the Feline Vulcan Mind Stare but my Husband's elbow shield once again deflected the worst of Fang's powers. Giving up, he proceeded to climb into the cat box and express his opinion of the situation.

The vet inquired whether we were keeping him and since we really don't have room, we took her up on her offer to contact the no-kill shelter after he received a Neuter, some antibiotics, and a good dose of Revolution to get rid of fleas, worms, and earmites. The doctor said she'd do a full exam in the morning and let us know what else she found.

A no-kill adoption shelter is a must or this guy's a goner.