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Last night, the cats had to go for their annual checkups. Actually getting them to the vet's office is always a crapshoot, because (a) they spend most of their time outside, and (b) they most emphatically DO NOT come when called.

They were actually supposed to go last Thursday, but when Little Girl refused all attempts to come inside after two hours of calling for her, I had to call the vet and reschedule.

But last night, I lucked out. It was a crappy, rainy day, and when I got home from work they were both snoozing in the bedroom. I ran to the kitchen and locked the pet door to prevent possible escape attempts, and scooped them both up and into their carriers before they even knew what was happening. Success!


Then we got to the vet's office and had to wait for AN HOUR due to a surgery that ran long. I totally understand how shit like that happens (annoying though it may be), and honestly, the cats were so bored with the whole thing by the time they saw the vet that they kind of forgot to freak out when it was time for their shots. They still had to be burrito-wrapped for their rabies shots, because that's the one that involves an air gun that makes a loud POP when activated. And whichever son-of-a-bitch developed THAT particular vaccine-delivery system deserves to have it administered to himself. Repeatedly.

But! They were very grateful to come back home, eat dinner, and head right back out the door. And they are protected against rabies, feline leukemia, distemper, and who knows what-else-all for another year. Good to know.