Sukey has "fractious" on her permanent record at the vet, so I asked for the first appointment of the day, so the office wouldn't smell like a lot of other scared cats, and yesterday morning I put some towels on the end of the bed, where Sukey sleeps, so after she shed on them for a day they'd smell like home when I put them in the carrier.
She didn't touch them.
I have some pink pills that are supposed to calm her down. I was going to give her one last night, when she got settled down and sleepy, but she never got settled down and sleepy. She did take one this morning okay (she only spit it out once) even though I had to haul her out of the back of the closet to give it to her.
Into the boxes!
Into the car!
We've been going to this vet for prolly ten years or more. They have an office cat:
He's diabetic, too brittle for the average catowner to care for, but he's been there as far back as I can remember, so that speaks well for his treatment. He is an unflappable guy.
I put the girls facing each other in the waiting room, but it didn't help Sukey much. About the only thing I could see the pink pill did was make her third eyelid go down.
Sally, of course, was unperturbed by the adventure, and by the indignity of being poked with thermometers and needles.
Sukey spent most of her time in time out.
When we got home Sukey staggered around swearing.
After an hour she could eat treetz and jump on and off the furniture without going boom, so I went to work hoping she would calm down enough to sleep it off.
Bottom line: they're healthy. Second bottom line: I will inspect my shoes for hairballs tomorrow morning.