My trips to the vet in the past have been detrimental for both Toby and I. My little feline buddy would curse me for days after shoving him in a hard plastic carrier for the 45 minute (perhaps Christy L and I were making the EXACT same trip before) roadie to the vet. He would scream and pee and freak out and I would do just about the same. By the time we got back home it felt like we were never be friends again.
Enter Scottsdale Cat Clinic.
Our 6 minute jaunt to the doc was still filled with the regular car-indused mania but knowing we were just blocks from our destination made things much easier. When we arrived, our very patient and loving vet-tech Katrina cradled my little freak-out king, talking softly and calmly, and Toby took to her right away. They cleaned him up (6 minutes is sure as shit still time to wet yourself!) and made him feel comfortable. They werent at all nervous or annoyed when he started hissing a bit later at a needle, or when he scoffed at their treat bribes to sit still on the scale.
The office was clean and modern and the staff, everyone from the receptionist to the Dr was polite, organized and intelligent. Usually vet offices are chaotic frenzy but this felt more like I was walking into a pet spa. I love that this office specializes in cats only as well.
Toby just needed an annual check up, a rabies shot and a new diet for his extra summer weight so we were in and out in no time. The office even called us the very next day to check in on us and be sure he had handled the whole trip just fine.
To me, a good vet is hard to find, and as important as a good doctor. I will never take my cat anywhere else!