We took Schmitty to the vet this morning. Thanks to this post on Gothamist and Jen Blossom (who helped answer questions), we discovered The Cat Practice, on Fifth and 20th in the city. It was a pain in the butt getting there and finding parking but it was totally worth it in the end. Schmitty was not only treated with the greatest of ease but I also saw the vet sneak a smooch on his head. He was the perfect big guy. He did so wonderfully. He had his anal sacs squeezed out. (Which basically exploded all over the vet when he applied the smallest amount of pressure. It was all over the table as well. Thankfully, I was in the other room having the other vet fax over his old bloodwork. Otherwise, I would have probably vomited or at least gagged.) He also had some blood drawn and was told to go on a diet. Uhoh.
I love this cat as does Tobyjoe. He really is a considered a part of our family. Quite honestly, I can’t imagine this apartment, or our life, without him.
(I really want to thank Gothamist and Jen for helping me find the vet. It takes a huge weight off when you find a group of strangers who care about your cat as much as you do. Thanks, guys.)