Last week I took the two old men to the vet - Dickens and Hamilton. Dickens needed his toe nails clipped and some horrible mats on his back end shaved off.
For years, 19 in fact, I've been hauling Dickens to the vet. He would get so nervous he'd start drooling and would literally end up swimming in pool of his own spit. One time Dr. Parks said "We better get done quickly before he drowns!"
A couple years ago, I ended up taking Barclee at the same time and VOILA! Dickens was fine. All this time he just needed a buddy to go with him.
Unfortunately for Hamilton, he got to be Dickens' buddy this time and he was not happy. He's 12 and because he's diabetic, I like to get him checked now and then anyway. The whole time Dickens was getting combed and clipped, Hamilton kept up a steady stream of caterwauling! Dickens would look over to him apologetically, like "sorry man." And I won't even repeat what I'm pretty sure Hamilton was telling him!
It wasn't a wasted trip for Hamilton though. I got his blood sugar tested and he's fine. So, my special needs diabetic cat is doing fine. Just ticked off!
So, my two old men are just like Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon in the movie -cranky & crotchety, but friends deep down. At least I think they are.
