Since we hadn’t spent enough money on Frankie at the vet, we decided to bring Floki there on Friday. He had an 8 a.m. appointment, which gave me enough tome to go there with Rose before I had to leave for work.
He needed to get the second in a three-part series of core vaccinations (tune in again in three weeks for the exciting conclusion). I’m not a big fan of vaccinations for indoor cats because of all the bad side effects that I have read about, but I will accept these. However, after the third set, that’s it. No more.
I saw in interesting video this morning that talked about vaccination being good for life in most cases (although I only made it through the first twenty minutes). Essentially, annual booster shots are not only unnecessary, they add to your pet’s toxic load. The vet being interviewed, Dr. Ronald Schultz, said you should wait a minimum of 3-4 years, if ever, to get a booster shot, unless, of course, you worry about local antiquated regulations (those are my words).
I felt bad that Floki shut in the carrier so I let him out in the waiting room. Once out, he climbed on my shoulders, which is something he has never done before. When they called us into the examination room, I just carried him in there on my shoulders.
He stuck with me for a long time. I assumed he would be ready to go exploring. He is a kitten after all. If that was Chris, he would be exploring every nook and cranny of that room.
The vet tech came in and looked Floki over, which he was not happy about, before taking him in the back where they have their secret laboratory. When she brought him back he was up on my shoulders again.
Rose and I were both away at work the rest of the day and as soon as I got home we had to leave again to meet Rose’s sister and her family for dinner. It was her last day here before returning to Massachusetts.
When we finally got home around 9 p.m., Rose wanted to sit down with Floki on her lap but Floki wasn’t interested. In fact, he didn’t look well. I have heard that vaccines could cause some problems so we hoped that he would be better after a good night’s sleep, but this morning he still seemed lethargic.
Normally, I feed that cats in the morning, but Rose couldn’t sleep and got up early and fed them. I didn’t know it until later but she opened up another can of food because Floki was eating like a pig.
About 9:30 this morning, Floki’s vet’s office called and I said he has been a bit lethargic. She asked if he ate and I told her he had. She then put me on hold and came back and said the vet would like to see him to check his temperature. I didn’t want to spend another $100 to have his temperature checked so I said I would talk to my wife. She then told me about how much Floki ate this morning so I called the vet back and said that he was eating fine and I was going to keep him home unless he got worse.
Now all I can do is hope he doesn’t get worse.