Really, it wasn't too bad - apart from the moment when, having just left the house, Alice had to break hard to avoid a truck barrelling up the hill, and the carrying cases shot forwards from the rear seat (no cats hurt, only our nerves). This was a trip to the vets: Gramsci needed a blood work up (in the spring he had a weirdly elevated liver count: we're waiting to learn if this was a one-off or not) and Moth had to check in after her urinary problems earlier this summer. But of course, they are cats, and they hated the excursion. Once we were in the examination room, Gramsci grew his biggest brush tail possible, and clambered onto my shoulder; Moth hunkered down in her carrier where, after being weighed, Grams decided that the safest option was to join her.
There were too many meetings, otherwise, today.
The Trucks! This summer, there was always a parade of big trucks (especially in the mornings). Poor kitties. But also, they're so cute when they squish up against each other like that. I hope Gramsci's test results show normal values!
ReplyDeleteThey are like little furry burritos. No news yet on the Grams - so paws and fingers remain crossed. And yes - The Trucks. Endless.
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