Today was vet day for Oscar, our lynx-point Siamese.
Poor Oscar. He is the weirdest cat, which kind of makes sense for our family, you know?
Oscar was Sierra’s gift for Christmas from Josh and I one year. Since we live in Pinedale, Wyoming, I was relentless with kitten searches on the internet and stumbled upon Oscar’s whole family on a post from Rexburg, Idaho. Oscar looked perfect. I called the shelter he was at and made an appointment to come pick him up. At that time, his name was Gunter.
As soon as Sierra received him, she re-christened him Oscar. Not too long after that, it came to light that Oscar was, in fact, female. Of course. Sierra decided that the kitty’s name could still be Oscar, so Oscar it remained; and, once s/he was fixed did it really matter anymore? No, it didn’t. So, Oscar is still referred to as a he, because otherwise we have to do that whole explanation every time and it gets fatiguing, you know?
It also became clear that Oscar is scared of everything, but especially the ceiling fan. I don’t mean that he’s scared of everything in a funny, lighthearted way. I mean, that Oscar is scared of EVERYTHING, but he is especially afraid of the ceiling fan. Even when it’s off.
Now, Oscar is a few years old. He’s been a good kitty for our family. He puts up with us really well, and by us I mean Turbo. He puts up with Turbo really well.
Today, I took Oscar to the vet, which is probably even scarier than the ceiling fan because it’s just scary going to the doctor when you always get shots, and because it was snowing like crazy all over his face when I took him outside. To an indoor cat that’s gotta seem like the end of the world, right?
So Oscar had his three shots and he took them like a champ (minus the shaking from fear and the pathetic nuzzling at my hands and the fact that his tail reached the diameter equivalent to a soda can), and then came the dental exam. Oscar almost always fails the dental exam. He just has a crappy mouth, I guess, and is very prone to infection. So…it looks like Oscar gets to live the cat dream of soft food for a while. He’s on an antibiotic to clear up his gum infections and after that some, possibly many, of his teeth are going to be pulled. That sucks.
He’s been extra cuddly today, even though he should hate me. I took him outside (in the snow, remember), I took him to that place, he got three shots, was completely out-of-control terrified but didn’t hiss or scratch at anyone in his defense, his teeth which were bloody and infected were prodded at, he had to take medicine (and will for the next 10 days), and later has to have his teeth ripped out. I guess I’m glad that he’s still cuddly. I’ve been snuggling him all night…well away from the ceiling fan.