I took Max to the vet yesterday to establish him as a patient. I went to the same place I used to take Ned to. It was just like I remembered it: high pressure. I felt like I was being bullied the whole time. Instead of asking me what I wanted to do, they told me what I’d be doing. And if I declined a particular crazy-expensive test or unnecessary inoculation, they made me feel like I was abusing my cat. Grrrr!
The one good thing that came out of the visit was some ear drops for Max. He’s been having trouble with his left ear. The vet said he had either a yeast infection, or a bacterial infection. She gave me some drops that would cure both.
But I don’t think I’ll go back. I called the breeder and related the story. She had a very low opinion of such a place. She said one of the treatments they suggested could even be fatal for a Sphynx cat. Criminy! She suggested that I use her vet. It would be a 35 minute drive instead of a 15 minute drive, but if they wouldn’t bully me while I was there, I think it would be worth it. I also got leads on some good places from the girls and Debbie’s girl party today.
And because people have been asking for more pictures, here is a bonus picture of Max dreaming of being Superman:
And a movie of him settling in to sleep, since Michele said she enjoyed watching that so much:
At the girl party Kim took as many pictures of Max in two hours as I have taken since I got him. She uploaded them to her Snapfish account. You have to register to see them, but it’s free. Don’t forget to “un-check” the second box if you want to opt out of Snapfish emails. LINK
The pictures are wonderful! Just wonderful! I think my favorite one is the one of you & Max where Max is sitting tall and looks like a little prince.
I’m glad to hear you’re going to find another vet!
I like the back of the head shot. 😀 Peggy has won me over!
Isn’t it just adorable!! Can’t you just imagine the little curious thoughts running thru the back of that cute little head! Awww!
Great picture & movie!! How about a movie of him doing the stairs?
(BTW: Is that the Superman blanket?)
I like his wrinkly little head, all smoothed out when he’s sleeping.
Hey, I’m eating the last of the Toaster Strudel for breakfast. Can I finish your boxes?
I want to see one of those pictures where you’re taking a picture of Max while he is taking a picture of you. Those pictures are priceless.
Well, I may have taken a few more pictures, but something had to be done. We were begging for Max and you were just giving us scraps.
And for half a second I thought you called me a party girl-it has been awhile since someone called me that! 😉
So you used to be called party-girl… is there a story there?
I wish I had a good story for you about me and Sting and a wild night in Paris…but I got nothin’.
SuperMax* flies with his eyes closed?! Could be dangerous – but not all that different from some of the driving I’ve seen on the Baltimore Beltway, so…you go, Max!
Say, he’s still so small he could completely fill your Superman mug, couldn’t he? Altogether now: Awwwwww.
* …no…wait…that’s a high-security penitentiary, isn’t it?