My cats are buttheads.

Complete and utter buttheads who totally embarrassed me tonight at the vet's office. They were growling, hissing, spitting, lunging, swiping, clawing jerkoffs. The vet had to call in an assistant who donned huge, up-to-the-elbow, uber-thick friggin' construction worker gloves in order to even handle Chloe.

*sigh* I swear to God, my face had to have been three different shades of red. I wanted to hug the vet and his staff for being so nice about the whole thing. They even gave me a second carrier so I could keep Chloe and Oliver separated for the ride home, since they attacked each other in the same carrier. I'll at least be sending them a thank-you card.

But, regardless of my cats' behavior, the vet did offer some helpful tips and information on what vaccines Chloe and Oliver should get, and which ones they could pass on since they're strictly indoors and don't have prolonged contact with other animals on a daily basis. He also suggested some ways I could help Oliver lose some weight (he's up to 19 pounds now and Chloe is 13 pounds). Ollie also needs to come back in six months for dental cleaning since he has some tartar build-up. Though I may order some dental care stuff off of DrsFosterandSmith.com to help him out, and hopefully strike the need of a cleaning by the time October rolls around. Even with a 10% discount for being an SPCA employee, the bill tonight wasn't cheap.

Oh, and what has become of my two Hellcats who, an hour ago couldn't stand the sight of each other, you ask?







Buttheads.