At the vet
I took Ben and Pepper in for their rabies shots and check up. I put each cat in a seperate carry case so they would have lots of room and be comfortable. The vet examined Pepper. That thermometer is SO rude! I opened Ben's case to get him out, and Pepper darted in to hide.
They packed themselves so tightly in there that we had to unscrew the bolts and lift off the lid. And they insisted on huddling together in the same carrier every time we let one or the other go. So I carried them home that way. One empty carrier. One carrier full of 19 pounds of cat
They have forgiven me. It's not ALL that traumatic after all, I did let them comfort one another all the way home, and I have catnip. I put the carry case down on the living room floor, DH opened the gate, and two little heads peered suspiciously out. Then, with a wriggle and a kick, Pepper decanted herself and left Ben to emerge in his own timid time.
We had to exit through the pet toy section of the store. These folks had brought in their giant Alaskan Malamute to pick out his own toys, and graciously allowed me to photograph him. I felt guilty about pausing for even a moment with the kitties so crammed together, but I have never seen such a big Malamute before.The woman with him is about 5ft, 7 inches tall. Wonder what size his poops are? (Speaks the girl who has had clean-up doody once or twice.)I see dogwalkers out with little bread bags to pick up the poopoo. These folks would need to carry wastebasket liners.
Yes, I do think about these things. Don't you?