Charlie the Clinic Cat

On September 11, 2017 I came into this odd place that I’ve been to before, not knowing that this was going to be my new home. Suddenly, I was greeted by ladies welcoming me to my “new home” and calling me a “clinic cat.” They didn’t mind that I was 13 years old and in early kidney failure. I quickly explored the hospital and made myself at home. I had no issues adapting to my new space. I quite enjoyed it. Always having my friends around, getting scratches and love (and maybe a few too many treats). I had to learn that this isn’t just my space and that there will be other animals around during working hours, but that’s ok. I understand that other cats and dogs need to see the vet sometimes too.

Every morning my people arrive around 7:15 am. I greet them at my door, talking and giving head nudges. They quickly get my canned food ready with my kidney support/protect supplements mixed in. Then, I get my kibble! I love kibble. I’m 8kg, and I’m told I need to be on a diet, so they can only give me what’s recommended. I could eat more if they allowed me to. Afterwards, I get fresh water and then use the litterbox. My people are good at cleaning that right away. During the day I see quite a bit. Sometimes I’m out front looking out the window or watching cats and dogs arrive for their appointments. If they get too close, I run away. I’d rather watch from a distance.

Other times I’m in the treatment area, either sitting by my bowl waiting for more food, sleeping on my comfy chair or watching the team prepare for surgeries/doing x rays/helping animals that aren’t feeling good. I’m also sometimes found on the Doctor’s chairs in the office (I like to steal their seats). The Doctor’s love me though, so they don’t move me when I take their spot. Around supper time I get a snack of canned food with my kidney support/protect supplements mixed in again. Then, before my people leave for the night, I get more kibble! I’m put in a big room at night with my bed, comfy chair, litterbox and water. I’m told I’m not trusted to be let out overnight because they’re worried I’ll get into the bags of food up front. But to be honest, I probably would!

My life as a clinic cat is always changing and exciting. Everyday I see something different. My people always tell me how much they love me, but I don’t think they understand how much I love them too. They’ve done so much for me and I can’t thank them enough. I’m happy to be with such great people every day.

My name is Charlie, and I love being a clinic cat!

Written by Charlie, Clinic Cat & Alicia Dunbar VA