Oh No You Didn't!

Son of a...

Mav got so excited for the vet that she forgot she was in pain.

Because there is a car ride involved!

And people!

And the tech she loves!

And the vet she likes pretty well!

Except when he's trying to do stuff to her like take blood or perform range of motion on her limbs! Then she gets all offended!

But not offended enough to stop wagging!

Car! Other vet customers! Tech! Vet! OMG! I have no injuries, Mama!

Sigh.

Double lovely.

After a lot of trial and tribulation (and a treat, begged for very obnoxiously), Mav seemed much better. I mean, of course she did. She was using all her legs. Which was an improvement from an hour earlier.

I am pretty sure the vet and his 2 techs have diagnosed me as insane. Probably a couple years ago.

Anyway, the vet said Mav's lame on one back leg and that she responded to both front legs equally. "Responded" is the word of the day in case you were wondering. If she was younger, he said he would worry about a certain bone disease and do some films. If her injury appeared to be limited very specifically to one leg (as it had in the hours before going to the damn vet), then he'd want to do films then, too.

Since she was her normal hobbly self and not an extra-special hobbly self, I get to watch her for the next 24-48 hours and see what happens. If one leg persists, then we get to sedate the crap out of her and x-ray her. Fun. For everyone.

Truth be told, there was also a point today where I thought little Hermes the cat had hurt herself. She seemed to be limping in the kitchen.

She wasn't. She had gotten a claw stuck in the new kitchen rug.

I unattached her from the rug, gave her a quick pet.

She immediately kneaded and got her paw stuck on the same rug again.

Mmmmmm-hmmmmm. Today I am just on fire, I am on such a hot streak.