PetieMarie22 wrote:Oh no! I would try to capture him and bring him to the vet. Be careful about pulling it out. I had a cat with easter grass hanging out the other end and I pulled it out. I was told that could have been bad. Someone (not a vet, a lady with a bunch of cats) told me pulling it out could perferate something in their digestive tract.
amalie79 wrote:One of my cats is very NOT ok with being handled, especially if there's any inkling of a vet visit. So I keep paper boxes around-- as in, the boxes that reams of paper come in because they have handles, and most importantly, A LID. If you can pick the cat up, even by the scruff, you can drop it into the box, or corner it with the box, etc., and put the lid on FAST. I know it sounds traumatic, but I try to reserve this tactic for emergencies. If I know I'm taking her in, I try to leave the the box out for a day or two so that she gets in on her own and I just have to put the lid on. And the handles make little windows.
At the vet, I ask for a closed room or the surgery (they have little stalls where I go) and warn them she's a bit wild. She's really calm for them, usually (so I look like an idiot ), but if they have to do anything more than give her a quick shot, they see what I mean. They sometimes have to sedate her just a little-- she's not totally out, but she's not putting up a fight.
Cats will make you crazy. I'm thinking good thoughts for you guys!!
PetieMarie22 wrote:I have a very shy 8 year old cat that ususally just hides. But even when she is sick, that cat can scurry! If you miss grabbing her that first time, IT'S ON!
I tip laundry baskets on their sides, boxes, what ever I can find that may stop her just for a friggin second! After I finally catch her, I look around my house and it looks like a war zone! Couch on it's side, chairs up side down, cat hair everywhere, sweat all over me.
It helps if you have a second (3rd or 4th!) person, but that usually not possible for me.
I hope everything works out ok for you Erin!
TheRedQueen wrote:After all of the time I've spent looking upstairs for him...Booth just sauntered out from the bedroom after being gone for almost 24 hours. I caught him, picked him up and ran to the room with the big crate (going to stick him in the crate for now)...Oreo jumped up just as he started to scratch me, and he got away from me...DAMN DOG! He's hidden again.
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