For Me to Poupon

quaedam:

lileclaire:

IMAGINE HOW THIS CAT SMELLED AS A BABY

This cat looks almost exactly like a cat who was a regular back at the vet clinic I worked for in high school. And that cat really was the angriest cat in the world. The owners could do anything with him; anyone else would get vivisected in three seconds. They brought the cat in for a warm-weather shave, teeth cleaning and shots, but there was absolutely no handling this cat. The only way we could get all this shaving and other cat maintenance work done was by tipping the carrier with the cat in it on one side and jabbing a needle full of anesthetic through the end of the carrier that the cat came to rest at. And the cat’s yowling the whole time, from the moment he’s carried through the door, like cats do when they’re really pissed off.

Then it took this cat forever to go down. We put him in a cage in the back to fall asleep. Every time someone approached the cage to check if he was unconscious yet, the cat strained to slowly lift his head up and pick up yowling again, like something from an action movie or an old noir where the femme fatale or the bad guy just slipped the hero a mickey but he’s too hard-boiled for chemicals to work on him the way they would on mere mortals.

And he was probably named Fluffy Ruffles or something.