Believe me, it has been a real challenge not writing a daily diary about the ‘brilliance’ of our kitties. I have held off for a long time, but today I need to purge.

Last Friday we squeezed Charlie and Annie into the plastic basket and hopped off to the vet. They are seven months old and it was time for their sterilization. Now, Annie hates the vet. The week before, all the animals spent the morning at the vet being de-flea’ed while Big Friendly and I bombed, sprayed, vacuumed and squirted the house. When we went to fetch them, Karina, the cutest, nicest vet nurse called me to help with Annie. Annie is the teeniest, weeniest, lol cat, with cartoon green eyes and a munchkin little face. She also has the sweetest temperament. When I went to the back however, I was met with a hell-cat; spitting, swelled up and hissing. She was the meanest, scratchiest, nastiest thing I had ever seen and Karina was terrified! We brought them home and Annie didn’t speak to me for days. I was heartbroken. She would sidle up to Big Friendly and cuddle but if I came near her she would stick her bum in my face and then run away. I bribed her back into friendship. But  you can imagine how scared I was to fetch her after she had been spayed!

When Karina called to say we could fetch them she said, “Charlie is fine, but we had to put a kappie on Annie. We were going to just give her a bandage but we don’t know if she’ll let us take it off!” I could hear the fear in her voice. We dashed off to fetch them. Apparently Annie had been so badly behaved Karina had to get George the vet to help with her pre-med injection. They were both terrified! This time I sent Big Friendly off to the cage to get her. He came back shell shocked.

They were both completely stoned when they came home. Of course it is the worst state to be in when you are trying to deal with a huge, see through plastic cone tied around your neck. Annie was devastating. She bashed into things. She reversed. She tried to pull the cone off. It was too horrible.

It’s been just under a week now. Annie has pretty much adjusted to being a cone head and can do almost anything. I have recorded her on my phone climbing the portable washstand like an acrobat,  and she is able to bend right down and drink the bath water as usual. when she snuggles, you get a stinky, dampish plastic cone pushed into your cheek. Charlie is also none the worse for wear and is active and naughty; although he has spent less time in the road, which is good.

But Tuesday was another story altogether! My boet came down from Jozi for the night. He hasn’t been to Slaap Stad this year; since we got the kitties. And he is not an animal lover. He has grown into the allergies that I grew out of. I went to the airport to fetch him with a box of antihistamines and a bottle of water in the cubby hole. I promised to make the bed with fresh, clean linen at the last minute. Which is what we did. But, you know cats. I heard the cry from the spare bedroom. “Chassie! Chassie!” When I went to look my boet said, “Chassie’s there and he’s just staring at me!” next thing I hear, ” Cone-face is here too! Off! Off!” Annie was on the bed! I had to chase them out of the room. They thought it was hilarious. But their speed can only be equalled by boet’s speed at nick-naming them. So, from now on, it’s Chassie and cone-face!