Monty’s First Vet Visit

On Monday July 14th at about 6:30PM, Monty had a physical checkup (with Dr. Janet Adam at the Granville Island Veterinary Hospital) for the first time since his adoption from the shelter.

When I got home, I’m sure Monty knew his doom was at hand. He hid deep inside my box spring and would not budge. Bryce had to poke him from underneath so he’d crawl to the other side where I was waiting to grab him. He whined and moaned after getting stuffed inside his carrier then the most traumatic experience of all…getting walked six blocks to the vet inside his carrier. I’m not sure why neither Bryce and I thought it might be a better idea to simply grab a cab to the vet, but poor Monty was inside his carrier belly on the floor, head underneath his blanket to hide from the traffic noise.

The technicians gushed over how handsome Monty was (though I’m sure they say this to all animals) while we were getting his information filled out. By the time he got inside the exam room, he was too afraid to leave the carrier. We had to tip the carrier so he’d come out. He slid and fell onto the table butt-first. The technician quickly hugged him and said “Cats are supposed to land on their feet, Monty!” She weight Monty and exclaimed “Six pounds!” Bryce and I looked at each other in disbelief. “Oh wait, it’s in kilograms. He’s 13.1 lbs!”

Janet came in and inspected Monty who gave him a clean bill of health! No weird lumps or physical features and his eyes and ears in perfect condition. He weighs a lot but he’s healthy…so long as he doesn’t gain more weight. Also, he has a bit of tartar. But all that could be remedied by supplementing his food with Hill’s Prescription Diet Feline t/d to act as tartar remover and feeding him Medi-Cal Reducing Formula wet food some days of the week to maintain his weight. In addition, we have been feeding him 2/3 cup of Royal Canin everyday but we had been advised to cut it down to 1/2 cup per day.

We had him tested for feline leukemia and he tested negative. We also had him microchipped since his ear tattoo is not legible. He was so whiny and pouty by the end (and he had every right to be). Upon arriving back home, he simply crawled back under the bed and stayed there for 3 hours. He refused to make eye contact to anyone who tried to console him, but when he got hungry he came out to eat and all was well (as if nothing traumatic has occured that evening).

Oh! July 14th is Bryce and my six month anniversary. We spend our anniversaries making small animals suffer, I guess.