I picked Persia up from the vet (boarding) this morning. When I got her
home, first thing I noticed when she jumped out of her Sherpa bag was she
didn't have her collar on. I looked in the bag; no collar. It's a red
breakaway collar with a brass tag identifying her, her phone number and the
fact that she is microchipped. She's been known when playing to pull it off
over her head, but you'd think they'd notice. Then I noticed her catnip
sock wasn't in the bag, either. (sigh)
I called them and they found her collar but no sock. If the vet wasn't very
good with Persia, and if they didn't love her so much and take such good
care of her, I'd consider finding another place. At least they found her
collar. I have to go to the bank in the morning and it's right by the vet's
office so I'll pick up her collar then. In the meantime, it's really weird
to see her without it and not hear the jingle bell and tag when she comes
running.
Anyone else encounter this kind of disorganization when boarding their cats?
Jill

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JBHajos - 20 Oct 2004 19:09 GMT
>Anyone else encounter this kind of disorganization when boarding their cats?
Only a very minor sort. We boarded Hobo for 10 days last spring
and he came home without his special "blankie" and the favorite
rainbow-mouse toy we had taken with him. The staff found his blankie
in a pile of dirty laundry and his toy somewhere or other. His
extraordinary care and good time there far outweighed this small
oversight so he'll be back there again when necessary.
Jeanne
Elise - 21 Oct 2004 02:05 GMT
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> Anyone else encounter this kind of disorganization when boarding their
> cats?
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> Jill
Not boarding but when Jeeves went for his neutering. I went to pick him up
and another woman had just picked up her cat before me. Apparently they
tried to give her Jeeves and she looked in the carrier and said "that's not
my cat!".
They had me go into the back to try to get him in his carrier as he was not
being cooperative (gee, I wonder why?!) He actually growled at me for the
first and only time in his life. I retreated back to the waiting area and,
a few minutes of alto saxophone* caterwauling later, was presented with my
indignant baby boy and many apologies.
I would never let my babies out of my sight at that office afterwards and
started shopping for a new TED.
* Jeeves has never hissed at me and only growled the one time. But he
sounds like a cross between an alto sax and an air raid siren when he's
upset. :)

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