Some of you may remember that a bit ago Annie was scheduled for her annual vet exam, and I was not really sure how we were going to capture her to get her there. Well, it got postponed a couple times. The Orange Brothers needed the space of her first appointment more than she did, and my pet sitting schedule forced postponement #2. But today was the day.

Let me start by saying we are both very tired. It was nearly an all day affair capturing her. The easy part was actually the vet visit itself. Her wonderful doctor works with ferals and had no problem at all examining her.

The fun part, far harder than I thought it would be, was capturing Annie. When she was sick she sat on my lap, purred while being pet, and ate from my hands all the time. Once she was healthy, she reverted to being the older feral kitten that she is. She will still eat from my hand occasionally – very cautiously. And she will come sit and stare at me sitting in a chair, but she isn’t really excited about physical contact. And it is really hard to put a cat in a carrier without touching her.

Annie, the formerly sick and nearly dead feral, is now fast and strong.Β  My husband and I tried to capture her this morning, but she moved much faster than we can. Think of some of the scenes in Marx Brothers movies and you get the picture. We looked like bumbling idiots compared to her elegant twists, turns, leaps, and dashes. Annie also fits in small places nicely, like behind the washing machine. She spent a lot of time under the couch, and I’m not stupid enough to reach under the couch to try to scruff a cat who is freaking out and telling me with her eyes that she has no qualms about biting me.


Annie and the dust bunnies under the couch are now on a first-name basis.

It was clear that Marley and I were not going to get Annie, so I called in the big guns. One of my trapping buddies, Patricia, can pretty much capture any cat. Would she come help me get Annie? She would.

We tried some of the same things Marley and I tried, but Annie is fast and determined, so out came a trap finally. I’d hoped for the dignity of a carrier for Annie this time, but it was not to be.Β  Annie ran into the bathroom – a small space without hiding places. Sitting on top of one of the cabinets, back against the wall, she had no place to go but into the trap.


The vet staff was very nice when I walked in with Annie in a trap. Some of them knew I wasn’t sure we would be appearing at all today, but we got it done, and done without sedation! We even got her out of the trap for a full exam. She was so scared that she was pretty cooperative, all in all. Her doctor and I spoke in quiet, soothing tones throughout, with the usual (minor) poking and checking, and a couple 3 year vaccines. She’s gained several pounds since she was so sick last winter. Her coat is soft and shiny, and trying to capture her today I discovered she has muscles, bigtime. Annie passed her annual exam with flying colors.


She was just fine going back in the trap and the end of the visit, and really happy to be back home. Thomas, one of our senior cats, is her best bud, and she rushed back to the downstairs cat room to tell him all about her crazy day. I saw them conferring briefly but they both gave me the “go away, private moment” look, so I left them in peace.

I have a lot of work to do before next year’s annual. But for now, I deserve a nice glass of wine, and Annie deserves a good dinner. Phew!



13 thoughts on “Annie’s Annual

  1. All I can say is brilliant..she is well enough and big enough to be a force to be reckoned with..however it is a pain indeed and a major issue for you I am sure…I too had my little girl off to the vet today..and I must say she is very easy to manage…but I have wrangled a few tguhies in my time and indeed just keeping up with them,quite a workout…have a great rest and I am glad she is so well πŸ™‚ hugs Fozziemum xxx

  2. Reminds of me of my old cat Jake. When he was in his prime he was a very strong, large cat. Getting him INTO the carrier was an issue. He always tried to keep a leg or paw outside. I started putting him in a pillow case to get him into the carrier (and then he would crawl out of the pillow case but he was locked in. Now that he’s old (and I have a soft carrier with a zipper) it’s so much easier. Hazel is the tough one now. If she gets wind of a vet trip she will stay dead center in the middle of underneath the king size bed. The vet never knows which cats I will show up with.

    1. Too funny. If I can catch a cat I am great at capturing front and back paws, each in a hand, and popping them into the carrier. Have it down to a science. But you actually have to catch the cat to do it!!

      1. Jake was the worst. When he was diagnosed with diabetes I had no idea how I was going to inject or test him but he changed overnight. Hazel is hard to catch. As tubby as she is, she is like a greased pig.

  3. You know, it was hard, and I know how hard that job is, but I rejoiced that she is THAT healthy when she was so ill. Thank you for the story of her valor and your patience.

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