We took her to the vet on Saturday. I’ve been apprehensive about finding a vet for her because Egyptian Maus are a rare breed and can be particularly sensitive to medicine dosages. My breeder had an experience where one of her clients lost a cat due to an accidental over-prescription. I’ve read that some vets say that this sensitivity is unsubstantiated in medical literature, but I still want to protect my kitty, so I had hoped to find a vet was familiar with the breed, or, barring that, understanding about my fear.
I thought Win would be a terror, honestly. When we took her home for the first time, she wailed up a storm the whole 30 minute drive. She’s both curious and defiant, so I expected her to hate her carrier. I thought she would cry the whole 10 minutes to the vet, then be an absolutely squirmy, mewing mess once we took her in the office.
She was, in fact, quite angelic. Lou stayed with her in the car until we were called, and we brought her straight into a little room to wait for the doctor. This particular veterinarian specializes in exotic pets, which makes me feel a little better, though exotic in this case means ferrets, bunnies, reptiles, etc – not monkeys, cheetahs, or unicorns. She seemed kind and not annoyed by my questions. Wintermuse tried to climb her shoulder and bat at her hair, which I thought was a good sign.
We waited with her in this tiny room for quite awhile, and she allowed herself to be weighed and petted by the doctor and her assistant. She stayed on the table for the most part and let me hold her without squirming away to explore the floor. She was incredibly still and patient, which I appreciated. Curious, of course, but not unmanageable by any means.
The ten Whiskas treats, doled out before and during our visit, undoubtedly helped.
Regardless of the reason, the vet visit was a success. Here are some photos of her looking like a little lady to commemorate it.
Love the upward glance. She looks joyful. I assure you she was not. How do I know? Because there was no food nearby.
I love the white, ghostly quality of this one. Strangely, this angle has robbed her of her daintiness.
The eye shape and facial markings of a Mau make them look ‘worried’ when they’re looking straight at you. Win almost never has this expression because she’s always making faces.
Like this one. She furrows her brow just a bit in interest or concentration, and it’s a whole different cat.