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| Me, averting my nose. Minuit, really pissed. |
My cat, Minuit, stinks. Really a lot. She has impacted anal glands. Probably on account of the fact that she's so fat - something that happened when she developed her fear of people when we lived in New York for 6 months. When Minuit walks by you, you are almost certain that you have just stepped in cat shit. Except that it's her and it's coming from her own anal glands.
The last time that I took Minuit to the vet, the beast had her anal glands squeezed. (Minuit, not the vet.) I held Minuit, the vet squeezed. Not Minuit's finest moment methinks. Although after that, when she was taken to the back to have her nails trimmed she was positively passive - I guess when you've had your anal glands squeezed, the hardship of a nail trimming seems less traumatic.
After the anal gland squeeze, Minuit didn't stink! She was fresh as a daisy. It was like having a new cat in the house. But now it's been a couple of months and the stink has returned. So I either have to take her bi-monthly to the vet to have her anal glands squeezed, or I need to learn how to squeeze them myself. The cost-efficiency quotient of my learning the technique is out-weighing the gross-out factor. One of my sisters-in-law is a vet - I'm thinking she might be able to coach me.
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