I'm a cat person in more ways than one. Not only do I love cats, but I consider myself to be a very cat-like person. I like to be left alone but you'll hear from me when I want something, and if someo... Read More
I'm a cat person in more ways than one. Not only do I love cats, but I consider myself to be a very cat-like person. I like to be left alone but you'll hear from me when I want something, and if someone makes me mad, well, let's just say I'm not above peeing in some remote corner of their home.When I look at cats, I see myself. I see my friends, I see my family, I see all my favorite characters. To me, they're not people - they're better. I happen to be lucky enough to share a living space with a few of my favorite feline friends and unfortunately, despite my best efforts, I can't always keep them safe. Sometimes they get sick and it's beyond my control. One of my guys in particular seems to be the beast version of the boy in the bubble and recently, after just getting through one surgery, my little Homer came down with yet another sickness. Losing a sizable percentage of his body weight in a month and having some pretty gnarly tummy troubles, it became clear he needed some fairly immediate medical attention. I wanted a vet that specialized in cats because so often the preferred pet is dogs. I have nothing against dogs, of course, but if I can give my guys specialized expert care at a place that caters to their kind, it's preferable.This vet isn't open on Sundays, when I initially called and left a detailed message, but they did follow up with me first thing Monday morning. No joke, their 8:23am call, beat my alarm. They had a few appointments open that day or even the next, and were pretty great about working with my schedule. They asked me to arrive 15 minutes before my appointment to fill out paperwork, to call my previous vet and have them fax Homer's files over, and to collect a stool sample to bring in. The first two parts were easy, peasy. The 3rd one... not s'much. When I first arrived I didn't feel very welcome by the front desk staff, but I think I just came in at the single second lull between two very busy times as the reception area quickly filled up with patients who had already been seen by the doctors. Once I filled out my first bit of paperwork it was all warm smiles and smooth sailing. The office has the sterility of any doctor's office, but the warmth and coziness of grandma's house. Kitschy cat pics and puzzles with some of the raddest cat-themed quilts decorating the walls... and I later found out that the quilts are made by the Dr we saw, Dr. Gloria Esbensen.So, we were lucky enough to see Dr Gloria and she was kind, compassionate, and gentle with my beloved boy. She poured over his files, and the questionnaire I'd filled out and even hung with me while I dug up a deleted voicemail from a previous vet that had some pertinent test information on it. I think she spent more time with Homer and I than I've even spent with a doctor for just myself, and gave straightforward answers while also being able to ballpark what different tests, procedures, and surgeries might run my wallet. The news for poor Homie wasn't great, but Dr GE hooked us up with a nearby office so he can get an ultrasound and we can hear directly from a radiologist, while still under her care. As we were leaving, we got to take a complimentary bag of Homer's favorite treats (Temptations) to keep him in good spirits and the front staff was much friendlier, even directing me to Leon's (the office security cat) whereabouts, since I was interested in meeting him. As we went to pay the bill for our initial visit, I was expecting it to be a hefty sum, but was pleasantly surprised that my hour-long time with the doc and her expertise only came out to $65. I'm glad that I've got a specialist nearby just in case my guys need some professional TLC ASAP. And fingers crossed for my boy, Homie, of course. Read Less