Ranger’s appointment with the vet on Monday for a tummy shaving went well until it was time for me to pick him up. The vet staff said that the longer he stayed in the cage during recovery, the madder he got. By the time I got there at 4:30 in the afternoon, he was good and mad. They had a blanket over his cage to help him feel more secure. When that blanket was lifted, oh my gosh! I thought the devil had possessed his little body. He growled, and hissed, and slapped with his sharp claws and bared his sharp teeth. No one was allowed to touch him, even me.
Finally, we had to put his open carrier cage into the larger cage and prod him into the carrier out of harms way for all. Poor thing was so stressed out by the whole ordeal, he slept the rest of the day all safe and secure in his own home, but with no fur on his chest or belly.
I reassured him he wouldn’t have to go through it again until next spring. He is now a happy, lazy, mat-free kitty cat until then.
Hang in there kitty.