A veterinary ordeal, followed by a quiet evening at home
We had trouble last night rounding up the kitties and putting them into their pet carriers. They knew what was in store for them.
Ziva darted under our bed. But we caught her in the end.
She and Jasper were hauled away. The vet gave them their shots and scolded them for being fat (Jasper has been ballooning ever since he figured out that Samuel tosses food scraps onto the floor).
Thankfully, both kitties were confirmed to be flea-free.
The rest of the evening was peaceful. Karin used her computer to play a very strange role-playing game from Japan, and I read from the unfashionable philosophy of William Godwin. The kitties didn’t fight at home (which they often do when one of them has returned from the vet). Samuel played with a toy alphabet that he got for Christmas; then, listening to the music of Bambi, he went to sleep.
Tonight, though, our Young Prince is considerably more grumpy.
Ziva darted under our bed. But we caught her in the end.
She and Jasper were hauled away. The vet gave them their shots and scolded them for being fat (Jasper has been ballooning ever since he figured out that Samuel tosses food scraps onto the floor).
Thankfully, both kitties were confirmed to be flea-free.
The rest of the evening was peaceful. Karin used her computer to play a very strange role-playing game from Japan, and I read from the unfashionable philosophy of William Godwin. The kitties didn’t fight at home (which they often do when one of them has returned from the vet). Samuel played with a toy alphabet that he got for Christmas; then, listening to the music of Bambi, he went to sleep.
Tonight, though, our Young Prince is considerably more grumpy.