A Trip to the Vet

Paul and I took Serge and Fetcher to the Vet today. Fetcher howled the whole ride down and then quietly explored the examining room. Serge rode quietly and then leaped into action when he got into the examining room, barking and jumping the entire time. Since the ride down was about 30 minutes, there was 90 minutes of non-stop noise. Paul made it fun by comforting Fetcher and weighing Serge on the scales in the waiting room. As "owner" of Fetcher, he answered the Vet's questions when it was Fetcher's turn to be seen. Fetcher was "good" and just needed his shots. The Vet didn't let Paul hold his cat during the shots but asked the aid to do the honors, which was wise since by then Fetcher had had enough and clawed and hissed while the injection was given. Everyone calmed down for the ride home, and I let Paul open up Fetcher's cage so he could pop out. He did, and roamed around the car, ending up on the dashboard, which sent Paul into hysterical giggles, which cracked me up (as Cindy would say!)