Saturday, January 19, 2008

This aspiring 'legend' is no fairy tail . . .


Puss had his 'operation' yesterday.

When son Peter and I walked into the vet's reception we immediately encountered a very happy
wannabe Cousin It dog going boing-boing-boing on the end of a lead. Puss went PUFF! and metamorphosed into a nasty hissing fuzzball.

The vet arrived and pushed us into his examination room before Puss could really lose the plot. This well meaning but misguided man injected Puss with a tranquillizer.

Puss said "Ha! You call that a tranquillizer? Let me show you tranquil ..." and mauled the vet's hand, making it bleed everywhere. The vet dismissed our embarrassed apologies and said, "He'll be fine. Pick him up at four."

When my husband Duncan went to pick him up at four, Puss's level of consciousness was a degree removed from comatose. He was off his face - legless, eyes and mouth hanging as slackly as a bloodhound's.

The vet explained: it took three attendants to hold him down and administer an anaesthetic which unfortunately failed to render Puss unconscious. So they knocked him out with some really serious stuff!

Puss is now a legend.


(Author, Elizabeth James, my eldest daughter.)



Sue Bayliss. Cairns, Australia.

2 comments:

Megan from Imaginif said...

I laughed when I read this. The funniest thing is that it is not some creative piece of writing - it is true.
Damn nasty cat - should have given it enough to knock it out for ever!

Sue Bayliss said...

Poor Puss. His 'tale' is really one of woe from which his 'twitching tail' could not protect him!

His transition from abandonment in a school yard to responsible ownership is somewhat traumatic to say the least.

Puss has now found a very loving home. I am sure his demonstrated behaviour is simply to ward off any threat of harm or removal from the arms of his new found people and not savagery against the Vet!

Mum. XX