In case you missed that announcement a few months back: The Mister and I are moving to Japan in the new year.
Importing pets to Japan is no joke, y’all.
Being an island nation, Japan is understandably very protective of what goes in and our of it’s borders - one stray germ or invasive species could mean the destruction of their entire eco-system. (Good on them to learn from the mistakes of others.)
Getting Mac and Bub to Japan is going to take a bit of preparation. Specifically, bloodwork and vaccinations. Because doesn’t everyone love getting stuck with a bunch of needles? (spoiler alert: Bubba does not love that. At all.)
About a month ago, our pet-moving specialist (seriously, click the link - they had me write an article for them!) advised me it was time to start the process so they would be ready to move by the new year. I always try to book their appointments together, both because they keep each other calm… and because it’s easier to just stuff them both in the car and get it over with all at once like ripping off a bandaid. It all started well.
|So far so good.|
Mac was first, and of course, Mac was his usual charming self. Though they poked and prodded him bunches, they also gave him cookies, so he was a well-behaved gentleman and gave all the vet techs kisses. His portion took an hour, and all that tuckered him out, so he took a nap for Bub’s portion.
When the tech turned to pet Bubba and pick him up for his turn, and apparently Bubba did not like what he had seen during Mac’s exam; he hissed at her.
|Mac was very concerned about the sounds, |
he felt we needed to go rescue Bubs.
Let me clarify; Bubba doesn’t really hiss all that much. So this was not something I was expecting by any means, and as the vet tech gently shushed Bub and picked him up to take him in the back, all I could say was “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what came over him, but I feel compelled to apologize for what I’m afraid is going to be him as a fuzzy little super-jerk.”
She laughed, but as soon as she walked into the back Bubba started screaming. Not meowing, screaming. The kind of noise where you’re sure they’re torturing him with ultimate suffering* , even though I can assure you that the door hadn’t even finished swinging shut - they hadn’t poked or prodded anything yet. It was not pain, it was just angry cat. And the sound kept going. Long and loud enough that I could hear people in the waiting room asking if that creature (yeah, they couldn’t even tell it was a cat specifically) was going to be alright. Bubba kept going until, sweet as pie, our vet popped her head into our exam room to lightly quip “we’re just going to give him a *touch* of gas to calm him down and let us keep our fingers”**
Whereupon I got to listen to Bubba’s scream go from scream, to muffled scream as they put the little mask thing over his face, to a much slower and deeper version of the scream sound as he got all loosey-goosey, and finally, he quieted down. They were able to get what they needed from him, and then they brought me back a bobble-head cat.
If he had an inner monologue at that point, I’m 100% certain it would have been similar to David after Dentist.
He was, in fact, just fine, and continues to be fine.
Pets must be vaccinated and then have 6 months to “marinade” in those vaccines before transport, so now we’re just playing a waiting game for them until 2015.
Have you had any crazy vet adventures with your pet(s)?
Tell me in the comments!
*He really did sound very similar to that link.
** This still flabbergasts me. Bubba is usually the cat who gets vet techs to coo over how well behaved he is.