Oh no, the vet

I woke up at 3:30 a.m. thinking and praying that everything would go well this morning.  Simba had a vet appointment at 10:00 for his yearly physical.  Getting Simba into the kitty carrier is a daunting task.  We have had to call and cancel appointments more than once because he ran and hid and we knew not where.  One time we almost had him, but the door to the cellar was open for 1/2 inch, and he got the door open and hid under a work table and we didn't see him for the rest of the day.   Today we had a plan.  But that day we had a plan too; one never knows how this is going to go; hence the praying in the middle of the night.

This morning, after we fed the kitties (Simba and his sister Safari), I nonchalantly and quietly read the news on the computer while waiting for Simba to come back to the bedroom for his morning pet-fest.   George was standing by in the room, I held Simba down on the pillow, and when I said "I have him" (rather too loudly I'm sure), George's role is to run through the hall, into the spare bedroom where we have hidden the carrier, back to the bedroom, through the door, but being careful to SHUT it tight --  I held Simba down on the pillow very firmly, ignoring his attempts to escape, while George put down the carrier and we both took a hand in shoving him in.   It worked!!  All this was in a space of about two minutes.  After that, a day has no where to go but up!

The vet said he was her favorite cat ever -- high compliments indeed.  She said he is perfect in every way; heart strong, weight right on target, just a beautiful healthy cat and whatever we were doing just keep it up.  All we do is offer a little food twice a day, some clean water, and a WHOLE lot of love.

Have a great day.