**Since I was at the vet with one of my furbabies last night (he’s going to be fine, as you can see) I was inspired for today’s flash fic. Enjoy!**
Simon was a huddled, quivering mass of fur. He kept his body hunched over and his ears were plastered back against his skull. He let me pet him, but he didn’t purr or rub into my hands like he normally did. He was shedding like it was his job, too. But I knew that was stress. And the disdainful look in his eye was probably not me anthropomorphizing his supposed emotions either.
In Simon’s estimation, I was a very bad daddy for bringing him to the vet in the first place.
My cat was the love of my life though, and when he suddenly starting peeing on the area rug in the front room instead of the litter box, I was instantly concerned. I thought, at first, that he was marking his territory. A stray cat had been coming up to the window and hissing at my boy, and though Simon was giving back as good as he was getting, there wasn’t much he could do through the window. But with the stray having moved on and Simon still doing his business on the rug, I’d called the vet and made an appointment.
Our regular vet was cutting back his hours, so we would be seeing the new guy. If he ever came into the room. The vet tech had been a sweet and understanding woman, but she’d walked out to get the vet almost fifteen minutes ago and Simon and I were still waiting. Irritation was really starting to get the better of me when finally, the door opened.
I nearly swallowed my tongue.
Dr. Chrisman was probably my age, with a shock of dark hair and warm brown eyes. He gave me a huge grin, followed swiftly by a bashful head dip. The white lab coat did nothing to hide his fit and toned physique, and I didn’t even try to stop my blatant staring. His gaze swept me from head to toe, and then he turned his attention to my cat still huddled on the table.
“So, Mr. Simon, you’re not feeling too well huh?” Dr. Chrisman murmured, keeping his voice low and soothing. He looked in Simon’s mouth and then his ears. “Tell me what’s been going on?”
It took me a moment to realize the beautiful vet was talking to me and not the cat. Quickly and quietly, I relayed the issue as I had with the vet tech before. The whole time, Dr. Chrisman kept murmuring and examining my cat, until finally he lifted Simon’s tail. A moment later, he let the cat go, and Simon slunk closer to the end of the table so he could be near me.
“The good news is,” Dr. Chrisman said, walking to the counter and starting to write in the chart. “—is that it’s just impacted anal glands. We can take care of that tonight, and then give him a shot of antibiotics and steroids, and he’ll be a much happier kitty.”
The relief poured through my veins. I’d had myself worked up for days, waiting for the appointment, convinced it was diabetes or renal failure or a massive tumor. “That’s it?”
Dr. Chrisman smiled. “That’s it. We’ll take care of it in no time. I’m a master at anal glands.”
I choked on air and started coughing. The vet looked concerned, and then when he realized what he said, he turned a gorgeous shade of red. He dropped his gaze to my cat, scratched Simon’s ears, and then mumbled, “That came out wrong. But we’ll get your cat fixed up.”
It didn’t take long for the vet and the tech to take care of Simon. When my boy struggled to get away from whatever they were doing, my heart went out to him but I didn’t interfere. I was assured by the once again smiling doctor that the incredibly strong odor was a good thing, and when he was finished, he washed his hands and leaned against the counter.
“I want to see him back in four weeks, just to check. I think he’s going to be fine, but we’ll take a quick peek.” The doctor kept talking, telling me about things I should watch for as Simon got older. I nodded along, relieved my boy was going to be okay. But my attention was more fixed on his luscious mouth. And then, because I did not miss the way the doctor kept checking me out and his intent, interested gaze as he talked, I took a deep breath and put on my best smile.
“And are there any rules about going out to dinner with your patient’s owner?”
Dr. Chrisman’s pleased expression let me know I’d made the right move. “No. No rules. It’s definitely okay for that to happen.”
I grinned back, pleased. I took a step closer, absently rubbing Simon’s ears. “Good. I’d hate to have to wait an entire month before seeing you again.”
The huge grin he gave me made having a sick cat almost worth it.
6 thoughts on “Flash Fic Friday”
Vet love! Cute read, Kris! Thank you.
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Awe thanks! 😀
But why are you awake?!
Poor Sy! What an inspiring story 😀
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snicker. A bit, yeah!
Sy sy’s good now though! 😀
“I’m a master at anal glands.” Lol!
Glad your kit kat is fine.
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Yeah, he’s good. Poor boy.