June 4, 2008

Furry Choir

I'm getting ready to take all three cats to the vet for a single appointment, which will include annual checkups, vaccinations, and lots of pitiful mewling.

I love these guys to bits, even when Shady wakes me up at 6am because my eyebrows simply must be licked, or Patrick runs up and down the hall for no apparent reason, but I loathe this particular ritual. The worst part isn't tucking them into cat carriers, though this becomes exponentially more difficult as each anxious furbaby is captured. The worst part is the collection of broken-hearted looks that say I trusted you, you son of a bitch.

Hopefully they'll all come back with clean bills of health, and will forget all about this supposed betrayal when we come back and I make a tuna sandwich.

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