The dreaded trip to the vet!

This is our cat, Boo. He looks like a nice cat doesn't he? Most of the time he is. He's pretty spoiled. He gets his pick of places to sleep and lays down whenever he is tired. Wherever he wants to. He joins us for most of our family gatherings and he seems especially drawn to scripture reading time and prayers. When he's outside, he need only claw at my screen for someone to jump and let him and at six am, if he's not in a patient mood he can jump on my bed and nuzzle my head until I get him some breakfast. All in all he is a pretty good cat.

But once a year we have to take him to the vet for his shots. Today was the day. We all oohed and aahed over him and then tried to stuff him in his carrier that we bought when he was a lot smaller. He knew right away that something was up. His claws came out and the hissing started. After all I do for him! It took some doing and Jarom tag teaming on the zipper, but we got him in the carrier and were on our way. Oh yea, let me mention, he HATES the car!!! We started driving and he started howling. and swiping at anyone that tried to get near him.

Of course, though he HATES the car, he really doesn't like other animals and what do you find in the waiting room of a vet? Lots of animals - including big dogs. We waited in the waiting room for 20 minutes and by this time Boo was cowering in a corner. After passing another big dog to get to the back, it took two nurses to hold him down and get the shots in him. Another howling trip home and we let him out and guess what? Our loving cat was back. At least until next year...