Post by Dr. Sylvia Phillips B.V.Sc. on Feb 23, 2010 8:15:12 GMT -5
Sylvia was given the option of a single or joint residence. As she had Venus and generally lived on her own she opted for single residence. She collected her assigned vehicle and with directions on from the computer made her way to what for the next couple of years would be her new home.
It was quite the solid structure and well appointed. It had two bedrooms, kitchen/dining/lounge, separate bathroom and toilet with a small separate laundry. There was an inside entrance from the garage and there was also an airconditioner. It came patrially funished with basic whitegoods like a refrigerator, microwave, kettle, automatic washing machine and dryer. There was a queensized bed in the larger of the two rooms that had been made up and a smaller single bed (also made up) in the smaller room. She noticed that the few boxes and suitcases of possessions that she had were neatly arranged on the floor of the little room.
Venus still in her carry cage meowed demandingly. "Yes, yes let me find your kitty litter and set it up in the laundry. She went into the laundry to find that it had already been set up, there were even some cat treats in a bowl and a pressure sensitive water bowl that would fill as needed when Venus drank. They were surly going a long way to make her feel welcome.
It was an old trick but Sylvia was going to put butter on Venus's paws but then she realised that she didn't have any butter. She put Venus in the laundry, gave her a scratch and quietly closed the laundry door. The kitty litter was in immediate use.
Curiosity had Sylvia investigating the cupboards in the kitchen. These too were suitably appointed with crockery, cook ware, cultery and other essentials. She opened the freezer to find it fully stocked and upon opening the refrigerator discovered that was fully stocked also, she did have butter. Ah the pantry too was well stocked and on one shelf was a huge basket of fruit that she pulled out and put on the counter. There was a welcome card attached and a letter regarding the house pointing out where the generator was and that it would switch in automatically if mains power failed. What was what and what was where. There was even linen with giant towels. She felt quite spoilt. Taking bites of an apple she went into the lounge, sat down and continued to read. There was a letter of welcome that included Venus...they were well informed. A larger bed was available if she required it but it hadn't come in from the mainland yet.
She leant back with a sigh. It had been a longish day and she had finally arrived. She was very glad of the airconditioner, with her thick fur she would have to be cautious of overheating in the tropical environment but felt she would cope. Another vet would be over to organise inoculations etc for Venus, it was fair enough she could have done the inoculations herself but they were being extra precausious and none could blame them. She was requested to come into the hospital to have innoculations herself at some point tomorrow.
She noticed that in one corner of the louonge near to the dining table was a wall mounted screen and communications board. This would be her place of retreat.
It was quite the solid structure and well appointed. It had two bedrooms, kitchen/dining/lounge, separate bathroom and toilet with a small separate laundry. There was an inside entrance from the garage and there was also an airconditioner. It came patrially funished with basic whitegoods like a refrigerator, microwave, kettle, automatic washing machine and dryer. There was a queensized bed in the larger of the two rooms that had been made up and a smaller single bed (also made up) in the smaller room. She noticed that the few boxes and suitcases of possessions that she had were neatly arranged on the floor of the little room.
Venus still in her carry cage meowed demandingly. "Yes, yes let me find your kitty litter and set it up in the laundry. She went into the laundry to find that it had already been set up, there were even some cat treats in a bowl and a pressure sensitive water bowl that would fill as needed when Venus drank. They were surly going a long way to make her feel welcome.
It was an old trick but Sylvia was going to put butter on Venus's paws but then she realised that she didn't have any butter. She put Venus in the laundry, gave her a scratch and quietly closed the laundry door. The kitty litter was in immediate use.
Curiosity had Sylvia investigating the cupboards in the kitchen. These too were suitably appointed with crockery, cook ware, cultery and other essentials. She opened the freezer to find it fully stocked and upon opening the refrigerator discovered that was fully stocked also, she did have butter. Ah the pantry too was well stocked and on one shelf was a huge basket of fruit that she pulled out and put on the counter. There was a welcome card attached and a letter regarding the house pointing out where the generator was and that it would switch in automatically if mains power failed. What was what and what was where. There was even linen with giant towels. She felt quite spoilt. Taking bites of an apple she went into the lounge, sat down and continued to read. There was a letter of welcome that included Venus...they were well informed. A larger bed was available if she required it but it hadn't come in from the mainland yet.
She leant back with a sigh. It had been a longish day and she had finally arrived. She was very glad of the airconditioner, with her thick fur she would have to be cautious of overheating in the tropical environment but felt she would cope. Another vet would be over to organise inoculations etc for Venus, it was fair enough she could have done the inoculations herself but they were being extra precausious and none could blame them. She was requested to come into the hospital to have innoculations herself at some point tomorrow.
She noticed that in one corner of the louonge near to the dining table was a wall mounted screen and communications board. This would be her place of retreat.