Oldest Vet In Minneapolis

Emily and I took Leeloo to the vet today. Emily had warned me of how the lady was old and slow and might nag me at times for little things but I wasn't too sure quite what to expect. When we first got there, I couldn't get the door open - I had turned the knob the wrong way... - and there was this button for a buzzer on the door and I thought that maybe I needed to push that so that I could be let in. So then I pushed it and then Emily told to try turning the knob the other way. As I enter, I hear the lady yelling, "Just open the door! Jeez, I can't take it anymore!"
That first meeting was a bit intimidating but she turned out to be quite nice, and you could tell that she just loved what she did. She got her degree in 1961 and she was talking about how when she was younger, all she wanted was to start her career and she remarked on how guys were like, "A career? How about you have my kids." But she didn't concern herself with men and never married nor had kids, and she just set right off in her career. Lovely.
Leeloo is not good around people she doesn't know. When I'm at home sitting on the couch or lounging around elsewhere, she'll come up to me purring and she'll lay with me. When others are around, she'll hiss at and attack anyone, including me. Leeloo was no different with the Vet and she was a bit upset with this. "Someone was rough with this kitten growing up." She talked of how you can't play too rough with kittens or else they'll turn out like this. I don't believe that Leeloo would have been too different if she hadn't been played with roughly. When she was young and I would just pet her, she'd try to bite me. It's just her temperment, and I rarely played with her that rough.
Leeloo had to get her shots and since she wouldn't cooperate by just being held, she had to be put into the "Squeeze Cage." It was this white cage and there was a wall in it that moved that would pin her against the side so that she couldn't move. Heehee, it was funny, but also kind of saddening to see her squirm and yowl as she was stuck with the needle.

Now I just need to get her spayed. The vet explained the process to me: "You'll bring her in in your cat carrier and leave her with me. I think my dad and I invented this, but we never patented it, but I'll put her in this aquarium which I'll let gas into so that she'll fall asleep."
$90 spay. Good eh?