A Trip

Norma was peacefully resting in her cat tree (yes, it’s her’s) when I snatched her up, brought her downstairs, and put her in the carrier. I had moved the carrier to the living room last week. She barely had time to protest when we were off to her annual visit with the vet. She let out her displeasure during the car ride, but once we got to the clinic she quieted down.

I think she was more unhappy with being confined in the carrier than she was worried about where I’d taken her. She checked out fine doing her best to escape the clutches of the vet. I told the vet that Norma is the only cat I’ve lived with who skips meals on occasion. She lost a little weight over the past year (she weighs just over eight pounds) so we’re going to keep on eye her eating habits to make sure it’s nothing serious.

When we got back home she was more snuggly than usual happy with my singing her praises on how well she had done.

Next week it’s Kenta’s turn. Please don’t tell him.