I had to call the vet to my house recently to give my cat some antibiotics. As she can tell when something unusual is going to happen, and she doesnt like strangers, I quietly left her shut in the bedroom.
The vet arrived and entered the bedroom. He peered under the bed and behind the curtains several times then came out and told me she wasn't there. I said she had to be. He said she wasn't but he agreed to go back and have enother look....and I followed him in.
On the face of it you might think she wasn't in the room but as good as the mobile vet is, I have to wonder about his knowledge of felines when he can't recognise a strange cat-sized lump on the bed under the covers. LOL
He peeled them back enough to be able to give her the injections which she didn't object to, but when he pulled the cover right back and she saw him - and realised it wasn't me - she shot out of the room faster than a speeding bullet.
Cats...don't you just love them?
(She's fine now BTW).
