The Coyote project, day 17

Well, we took Dora to the vet just now. She didn’t mind the big dogs in the waiting room, didn’t mind her vaccination shots, didn’t mind the car ride. She just didn’t like getting a physical exam from the vet.

She’s a brave little toaster in general: She’s the only cat in the house who doesn’t run from the doorbell nor, frustratingly, from the garage door opening. She just sits on the “spare” (not thrown out yet) couch in the garage and watches the door go up and down. This wouldn’t be a problem normally, but she was originally a stray after all, so we have to watch her. Still, that’s why we have her wearing a collar with a tag.

She and Lucky get along great, and mock fight and chase each other (yes, Dora, a quarter of Lucky’s weight if she’s lucky, sometimes chases Lucky down the hall) around the house. Hanna, on the other hand, is increasingly frustrated by the situation and hostile toward her, and I’ve taken to locking one in a room at a time, so Lucky and Dora are out when Hanna’s in the master bedroom and Lucky and Hanna are out when Dora’s in the nursery.

My folks are coming up this week and driving her back to Oakland. (I picked up some kitty sedatives for her trip up north, which I know work like a charm from my experience flying Motley Sue from New York to Cairo with a six hour delay in Vienna. She was still woozy 24 hours later with only a half a pill in her system.)

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