All cats at the moment
After many telephone calls back and forth we eventually were given the name of a vet who was prepared to sterilise our cats at a reasonable rate. So yesterday in we went to Kalamata, two cats safely in the cat carrier, howling, first time in a carrier, first time in a car. Our appointment was at ten o’clock, and after a phone call from the vet to say they were ‘done’; we collected them at four fifteen. The vet gave us two lots of antibiotics, we think, and two of those nasty plastic ‘cones’ to stop them from licking the wound. We left with two very sorrowful and frightened little pussies and 150 euros worse off. Tara cried all the way back to Stoupa, a journey of about forty minutes and was definitely glad to be home, that is until we tried to put their ‘cones’ on. Poor little things not only were they disorientated because of the anaesthetic but now they had the ‘cones’ to contend with. They howled, walked backwards, bumped into everything and were thoroughly miserable. I found this all very upsetting. Each time we took the ‘cones’ off they would try and get to the wound so we had no choice after sitting cuddling them for hours but to put the ‘cones’ back on and go to bed. Not to sleep I might add, we spent half the night listening to them dragging their ‘cones’ up and down the doors and walls and making pathetic yowling noises. Anyway this morning they looked much brighter. The vet had no cat collars to hold the ‘cones’ in place so this morning, leaving Ashley pussy sitting, I went off in search of some. Having exhausted my search in Stoupa I set off for Agios Nikolaos to see if I could get them there, I actually found them in the builders merchants.
Just sidetracking here for a moment; not difficult for me as my friends know only too well. A few days ago we went into this particular builders merchants, armed with a piece of wood, as we wanted to try various colours of stain for our wood ceilings upstairs. The owner is a very nice man and without hesitation took five cans of different coloured stain from the shelf, opened them and painted a section of our wood with each colour. Unfortunately whilst trying to replace one of the lids he must have applied just a bit too much pressure. The lid vanished inside the tin and the varnish went everywhere, all over the bench and it contents, all over his hands and down his trousers. He was actually on his mobile at the time and carried on talking as if nothing had happened. When he finished the call, far from being upset, he simply mentioned this had never happened before. Ashley and I felt responsible said a few quick appropriate words and left hastily. Still, I expect the response would be the same in the UK.
Back to the cats. It was becoming nigh on impossible hanging onto both cats every time we wanted to open a door or window. I thought, in my infinite wisdom, it would be a good idea to make leads for them; this was supposed to make it easier for us. WRONG. It turned out to be one of my ‘not so good ideas’. Have you ever seen two frantic cats fighting for their freedom as if their lives depended on it, trying to make their escape over the veranda never to be seen again? I’ll leave it there but will add that it is getting better, both for them and us. Anyone who saw the Jasper Carrot sketch about the cat will have some idea what I’m talking about.

