Oh, don’t worry– it’s just time for Miss Phoebe’s annual exam. And since I had vacation to burn and wanted a free day after Thanksfamily Day, it was as good a time as any. But still I hate doing it to her.
She hates the cat carrier and loathes the car. Her pitiful meows break my heart, even though the visit will be painless and for her benefit.
And how could you distress this?
T-minus 30 minutes before I have to wrangle her into that fucking carrier.
It’s now about 9:40 and we’re home. No worse for wear. And she seems to have forgiven me already as she’s on my chest and purring.