Staying Out of Jail

Years ago, when I was a smart-assed teenager, barely getting passing grades in High School, smoking half a pack of Winstons a day and hanging out with what my parents thought was a "bad crowd", my father - during one of those vocational father and son chats - once articulated that he would be happy if I would just be able to stay out of prison. Now, I am well into my sixth decade, and I am pleased to report that Dad would be proud of me - on that score at least.

But, I have to report that staying out of jail is not as easy as it used to be. A few weeks ago, we got a notice from the local Animal Control Officer (ACO) notifying us of a fine for $50 for not getting our cat in on time for her annual rabies vaccination.

Now, I will admit that we are well aware of the local ordinance which compels all cat owners to keep their pets legally inoculated against rabies. I think it is a good idea, just as I believe that noise ordinances ought to be enforced to keep the racket of incessant building projects limited to daylight hours on weekdays. At the same time I accept that there are occasionally mitigating circumstances which may result in the occasional failure to obey such rules.

For example, we are very willing to bring this cat into the Animal Hospital to get shot up - even at the exorbitant cost of $85. We are committed to the health and welfare of all of our livestock (consisting presently of 2 Siamese cats). The problem here is the lack of cooperation by said cat, who I will call 'Madclaws' to protect her real identity - as she is still a minor having attained a mere 9 years of age*.

Madclaws hates to go to the Vet's. She is smart too, if she even suspects that you want to put her in a cage, she will run away and hide. She knows places in our house where we cannot find her. If you trap her in a small space, she will literally climb the walls to escape your grasp. Then if you should manage to grab her, she will attempt to claw and even bite you (I have a scar to prove it) in her frantic attempts to escape.

In the past, we have been quite traumatised by the experience, and perhaps it is not too inconceivable that we have a tendency to procrastinate when it comes to the annual rabies shot. Madclaws is an inside cat - and always has been inside. Even if offered an open door to go outside, she will run upstairs and hide.

Then a few days ago, an envelope arrived in the mail. Inside was a notice that a criminal complaint had been filed by the ACO for (I shit you not) "an unvaccinated cat." The hearing would be held next month as to why we should not be found guilty of a misdemeanor. Is this the same system that refuses to arrest illegal aliens who are stopped on the highway for driving infractions?

So, when we asked the Vet why the ACO is so anal about the annual inoculation, this is the rationale we were given: "A rabid bat might fly into the house either through an open door or window, or even down the chimney. Said bat might bite a cat, infecting it. In turn, the now rabid cat might bite a human in the house with fatal consequences."

I am not exaggerating. This is what I was told by the Vet with an absolutely straight face. I asked about the statistics on such an unlikely scenario.

I was told that there are approximately 70 human deaths per year in the USA attributed to being bitten by an animal infected with rabies. Unfortunately the stats do not break down to identify how many of the deaths occur ed in homes where the pet was bitten by an intruder bat. And besides, what would keep the rabid bat from biting the human directly rather than going through the cat as a middleman? My questions were viewed as smart-assed, I am sure.
"Why take chances?" I was admonished.
When I wondered aloud how many people were killed each year in auto accidents caused because the driver was distracted by the high decibel yowling of the uncooperative feline in the cage on the back seat, I got a look of disapproval for my dumb questions.

Anyhow, I managed to stay our of jail by pleading the case to my humorless Vet who reluctantly gave me some sedation pills for the cat. I ground the pill into a powder and fed it to the cat mixed in with the morning meal. It worked enough to slow the cat down. I got my heavy gloves out, sneaked up on her while she slept in sedated kitty dreamworld, grabbed her by the nape of the neck and wrestled her into the carrier. The rest was easy. Situation resolved. I made it back to the vet's without crashing the van, and the cat seems no worse for the experience.

So, Dad, wherever you are, you can still be proud. I'm not going to the hoosegow - this time. And we can breathe a sigh of relief that the only Rabies deaths that occure in our home will be from bat bites, not cat bites.


*I do not find it comforting to know that some Siamese cats can live for up to twenty human years.