Last week I had to take the cats in for their annual shots. I was a nervous wreck because the last time I took Tiger in, he metamorphed into a scratching, clawing machine. I knew I had to get them into their carriers but worried that they would hide or fight me.
No worries. They each went gently into their carriers, I juggled them into the car and into the office. Dr. March is so gentle and nice that they both let her do anything she wanted without even a flick of the ear. Al has been doing this weird thing where his back gets all twitchy and he attcks his tail but not in that cute kitten way. I think he's going insane.
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