Cat to the Vet
One cat went to the vet last week, the other this. Taking them to the vet is a bit of a traumatic event, especially for the one going in today. It's Kona. He's one of those black cats that suffers what I've heard as the "Napolean Complex". I like my co-worker's comment on it all - "Oh, Kona the Barbarian." Yup, he's that bad at going the vet. I get to come home early today to bathe the ballistic kitty and his sister to calm the situation down. It helps to remove the odor of the vet visit from the cats and the process of cleaning off all the water from the bath tires them out and leads to a much quieter household. Here's to the hope that K can pill Kona before the visit! He needs his tranqs to ease the tension (it has about the same effect as putting sound baffles on the outside of a nuclear bomb but it's something).