
I just read, my friend, Jake's blog about how he took his kitty to the vet yesterday and it made me feel guilty. Cause I never take my kitty to the vet.
I did take her before she flew from L.A. to Chicago, three years ago. I needed a vet's permission to board her on to a plane and before the vet would grant permission she wanted to actually meet Pua and examine her. I still don't think Pua has forgiven me for that.
See, Pua hates change (like mother like daughter!) She doesn't like leaving the apartment and usually freaks out! whenever I even mention 'outside'. I swear I lost about 5lbs of flesh last time I took her to the vet, thanks to my unwillingness to declaw her. God forbid Pua feels a bit of pain from surgery but I, on the other hand, will withstand having my skin shredded by the knives she grows out of her fingers.
Every time I move apartments, it's the same thing. She freaks out!, my arms get shredded and then she hides for a week under the bed, trembling and refusing food.
So... can you blame me for not taking her on a car ride to the vet's office?! Besides, she's an indoor cat. She doesn't really get exposed to other animals and such. But now I feel bad...maybe I should take her to the vet, fork over a few hundred dollars, sacrafice the flesh on my body all so the vet can either tell me "She's fine" or "She's not fine". Neither of which I could do much about anyway.