Tanks been a little sickling this past week. It totally sucks, because she gets super sad and becomes a lump. It totally makes my heart ache knowing she's not well and after her skin issues last time, it makes me super anxious.
It started with the edges of her ears getting bumpy and then it spread, to the point where she lost all her fur from on her head, to the first third of her body and her front legs. That was last time. This time I caught onto it early, as I am a bit obsessive about giving Tank a head to toe "once through" ever couple of days in case of any changes. I noticed her ears were starting to get irritated, dry and bumpy so I made a call to the vet the next day. They fit us in 15 minutes before closing, which I am really grateful for.
30 minutes, which included one small and one gigantic Tank freakout and $140 later, we went home with an oral anti-biotic and an ear medication. I swear, I saw my vet's heart jump out of her mouth when Tank went into defense mode. It wasn't even that bad. It was just a warning attack. A preview of what was to come.
"Is she always like that?"
"No, she's just...having a moment right now."
"Well, I'd like to take a look inside her ears. Let me call my assistant to hold her."
"Okay, at your own risk!" I say, half jokingly.
My dad on the other hand, was totally against this suggestion.
"No, no, no. I don't think you should. She'll bite. She will bite you!!!!!"
The vet was determined to at least try, because it's her job and she's good at it. After calling for a brave volunteer to lend a hand so she can do a more up close examination, a girl with dark hair, tattoos and piercings comes in smiling.
"I'm going to use this blanket to wrap Tank in so she can't scratch us.", she tells me.
She gathers the blanket and slowly approaches Tank, who's growling and giving some serious side-eye. There are four people in the room; the vet, the assistant, my dad and myself. It was totally silent, when the girl was just inches from wrapping Tank up...
**INSERT THE LOUDEST, MOST DEAFENING & HORRIFYING CAT SCREAM/GROWL HERE. This lasted for what seemed like minutes.**
While this is happening, picture everybody jumping a foot into the air and stepping two steps back in a tiny, heated room with no windows and florescent lighting. Suddenly the vet was flush pink and it might be safe to say that her assistant might have pee'd her pants a little. She was no longer smiling and her eyeballs were like O_o!! My dad, who had given the warning about this before hand, had all the right to tell them "I told you so!" while rolling his eyes, but withheld. Either because he was being polite, or he had his voice scared right outta him. lol
Everybody agreed that the visit was over. Medication was prescribed and we paid. Tank, who was on her leash and halter made a b-line towards the door. I picked her up in my arms, held her with her head and paws over my left shoulder and mushed her a bit. She calmed down and took chilled on my nap on the way home.
All photos shown here were taken when she wasn't a sickling.