Have you ever wondered...
how your feline friends always seem to know when a vet visit is approaching? How do they know to suddenly deviate from their daily routine and vanish just before it is time to coax them into a carrier? I don't even say the word "vet" let alone "veterinarian" out loud, and my feline friends still know when it is time to leave for an appointment.
On a typical morning, Gracie hops onto the couch and curls into a ball on her special gray blanket while my husband drinks his coffee. She stays there even after he leaves for work, rarely moving until I come downstairs to eat breakfast. So You would assume that it would be easy to just scoop her up, slide her into a carrier, and zoom off to an early morning vet visit.
Wrong, wrong, wrong! It never fails that the morning of a vet visit Gracie instinctively changes her routine and disappears into some secret hiding place that is virtually impossible for any human to reach. I think that is why I spend most of the night before a scheduled visit plotting my strategy for outwitting her the next morning. I cannot even begin to count how many times I have had to cancel appointments with my vet because I could not find her until hours after her appointment time had come and gone.
While Benjamin Bunny also tends to vanish when it is his turn to go to the vet, he can be coaxed out of hiding by the sound of treats clanging into his food bowl. No matter where he is in the house, he will come tearing down the stairs or shooting around a corner the moment the sound of treats hitting his bowl reaches his ears. Of course, I am always lying in wait to scoop him up once he finishes his treats and manipulate him into his carrier. Lucky for me his desire for food overrules his fear of vet visits.
I have to wonder if I get so stressed out the night before a vet appointment that I give off some sort of vibe or signal that alerts them it's time for another "vet visit vanishing act" the next day? Or, do I mumble something about an upcoming visit in my sleep? Since Bunny usually spends part of the night sleeping on my pillow, it wouldn't be out of the question for him to hear me divulge this information and then race off to tell Gracie. Whatever the case may be, it just proves once again that our feline friends are far more intelligent than the average person realizes.
Enlightening comments about today's thought are welcomed, so please feel free to share.
Until next time, remember...
We cannot without becoming cats, perfectly understand the cat
- St. George Mivart