The cats go for a ride....

After a couple rather serious blogs, it is time to share some humor. Mom, Suzanna, Kathryn and I took three cats to the vet this morning. Our kitty, HopSing was due for her kitten boosters, and mom had one needing kitten boosters and the other his annual shots. Our cat went in the carrier without a gripe, and even sat on Kathryn's lap most of the way to the vets, purring and looking out the window.

In the meantime, moms younger cat, Spook, managed to scratch her on the way into the cat carrier and put a hole in her favorite shirt. The other cat, Squeak, wasn't doing much squeaking. He was hollering for all he was worth. Then before we were even out of the driveway, a certain smell began emanating from the cat carrier. See, Squeak's nerves get the best of him and he can't "hold it", shall we say. So at this point, we had Squeak shrieking and stinking, Spook sitting dazed, in a carrier on Suzanna's lap, and HopSing watching the world go by from her window.

Upon arrival at the vets, Squeak made sure the world knew we had arrived. He was the first up for examination, since he had messed himself. Once out of the box, he quieted down, was examined, got his shot and went back in the carrier. Spook was up next. He wasn't a bit of trouble, considering how awful he was on his way into the carrier. He got his shot and was tucked back into his box.

Now it was HopSing's turn. We were so proud of how good she was, no shrieking, no tearing holes in shirts. As I took her from Kathryn, all that changed. She began to heave....so I dropped her quickly to the floor. She proceeded to unload her entire breakfast. The vet looked at her and said, "now that is STRESS!!!!" From there she quickly got her exam and shot and happily went back in her carrier.

We paid our bills and got back to the car. Squeak serenaded us most of the way home. I don't know who was happier to be home, the cats or the humans. Thank goodness we only do this once a year!!!