That’s what the vet called Molly this morning, when I took her in to find out why she has been a bit unsteady on her feet lately. I thought she might of had a stroke, but she had a really bad ear infection resulting in vertigo that made her lose her balance.

Molly is a sweetheart. She sleeps with me, she follows me around like a dog inside the house and outside as well. If I sit down, she is automatically on my lap. BUT when she is feeling punky, doesn’t feel well or has been injured and I try to help her- she turns into the feral cat from hell. It’s the strangest thing- even putting flea meds on her monthly is challenging.

I tried to look into her ears, but she would have none of it. She twists herself inside out like a pretzel and lashes out with teeth and claw if I persist in trying to find out what is wrong and treat it. So I took her in this morning so the vet could evaluate her and she gave him a run for his money. It took four techs and myself to finally subdue her enough that he could find the deep infection in her ears. She got drops in her ears that will last for thirty days. She received two shots and made quite the wrong impression about what she is all about. She is a tortie and they do have attitude. I just wish her attitude didn’t kick off into overdrive when someone is trying to help her.

Once again, she spent the majority of the time on my shoulders during the visit although it was not a friendly perch and I have the holes in my back to prove it.