Odds And Rectums

I took Reina to the vet yesterday to get her annual vaccinations. I had assumed that it would be a quickie in-and-out type of thing, other than requesting that they notate their records: DO NOT STARTLE. I'm sure I've discussed it before, somewhere around here in the last year but fuck me if I love you enough to look for it. (That's why I am starting to work on the labels in the sidebar-ease of searching for a particular topic.) So! Reina Teh Crazy, Do Not Startle. She hyper-focuses on things (I don't know what the actual term is but you get the idea) and blots out the whole world. During this period of time she is easily startled by anything. If you should happen to be dumb enough to touch her, you will bleed. She freaks the fuck out, whirls around and CLAWS EVERYWHERE. Next thing you know, there is blood and it is yours.  Hence the notation on her vet record.

Before the vet administers the vaccines, he asks if I would like to space them apart and just do one shot this visit. Really? We're doing this on animals now? Seriously? On my husband's fucked up crazy assed cat? I'm going to bring her in three times for shots because she'll....become autistic? Not feel good? Do animals have that problem? If so, I think she already is fucked up as much as she is going to get. I am not trying to make light of autism, vaccines, etc. I just can't believe people are spacing vaccines for CATS. The animals that freak the fuck out every time they have to go to the vet. It seems more humane just to do it all at once. Also, I do not like to bleed and vet trips sometimes equal Sam bloodshed.

Dude. Excessive talk about Reina. Sorry about that. I also seem to have petered out my ability to blog right now, so that's all you get. Next up, the things I missed today: Cloth diapering. Cloth napkins. Awesome care packages from Swistle. Postcrossing. And less!

ETA: Yes, there is a link with a picture of carnage. I suppose I do love you.