furry little monsters

They'll never find me here!



Maybe if I squeeze into this corner I'll disappear.

Taking the cats to the vet is never my idea of fun, but usually it's fairly painless: the cats are unhappy but in general they just deal with it, and then it's over and we go home. Last night I could tell something was up as soon as we got into the room. Neither cat got out of her carrier, which is especially odd for Echo, who loves to explore. We had to dump them both onto the floor. They were well-behaved for the vet tech, even having their temperatures taken, and then we had to wait for the vet.

And wait. And wait.

By the time she finally arrived, something in Ryo-ohki had snapped. Now, she hisses and growls a lot regardless, but when she starts screaming, there's really nothing you can do to calm her down. She transforms into a fluffy ball of rage and she will cut you if you get too close. So they had to wrap her in a towel to perform the exam, and the whole time she was hissing and growling so hard she was snorting like a pig.

The snorts are pretty funny, but I was so embarrassed to have brought them such a monster. David probably believes that she's always like that, because she hates him more than anything and so he's never seen her any other way, but the poor vet had barely even heard her hiss before. They said to make sure to request the "kitty room" next time - it's an examination room where dogs are never let inside ever. I don't know if that was the problem, but something was. I'm so glad to have it over with for another year.

In other news, two nights on the recliner with NyQuil has marginally improved my cold. I'm doing a "draw 'til you drop" thing in Rockville with Flora tomorrow: 12 hours of live models and sketching. I figure I'll show up around the time it begins and leave whenever I start feeling crappy. I'm hoping this will also be an opportunity to meet some local SketchCrawl folks so I'm not quite so shy about participating in the future.