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On Sunday after I brought Jeoffry back from the emergency vet, Jeoffry and Pixie threw a few perfunctory hisses at each other and quickly settled down. I picked up Milo at the regular vet on Monday afternoon and he ran around the house to be sure everything was still where he left it, and Pixie hissed a little bit, Jeoffry licked him, and then they were fine.
But this morning, as I was running around getting ready to go to a conference downtown, I noticed that Milo was squatting in the litter box, looking like he was having the same problems again, so I brought him back to the vet, picked him up on the way home with some more medicine. He didn't get hissed at this time -- I think by now everybody has been back and forth to the vet so often that they no longer notice the "vet smell." But giving Jeoffry medicine is just awful. He's normally very gentle and shy, but when he's not happy (as when he is being made to ingest medicine) he's 14 pounds of muscle and fangs and claws, and it's like sticking your hand in a Cuisinart.
I expect to see a couple of nice new cars parked behind the vet's office if this continues. Maybe they will let me drive them once in awhile.
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