aviv_b_artwork | My Tasmanian Devil Cat

Teddy had his teeth cleaned today. I gave him a sedative before he went in (yes the vet knows this and adjusts the anesthesia accordingly) and I got him to the vet with very little fuss. He got through the cleaning just fine, no bad teeth or gum problems.

I've always been told that he is 'difficult' when he's in recovery. My cat difficult? Maybe a little nippy, or a hiss or two, but no big deal, right?

I asked if I could assist getting him back into his carrier and for once they said yes. Well, they opened his enclosure and there was Teddy. Spitting! Hissing! Attacking! Flailing! Yikes! Eyes dilated, Ears pinned flat! My cat was possessed by a Tasmanian Devil! There was no way to touch him without getting mauled. I kept talking to him and he calmed a bit but anytime we got near him, the ears went back, the hissing and swiping started up again.

The very smart vet tech decided to put the carrier in the cage and he immediately climbed back in. He hissed several times at me, I just kept talking to him. By the time I paid my bill, he was rubbing against the carrier door so he could mark me.

Ida hissed at him a few times when he got home. Teddy was calm and walked through the whole house to just make sure nothing had changed in his absence. Then he rolled on his back for a nice chin rub, followed by demands for dinner.

Here he is less than five minutes after we got home:

What you looking at me like that for?

I didn't want him to get too wound up tonight, but we did play a little fetch. A lot less than Teddy would have preferred.

No more ball? But I want to play moar, Meowmy.