Was frantically looking for my cat carrier last evening.  I must have loaned it to someone, but I can't think who it might have been.  It surely isn't in this house, that I know for sure.

Anyway, Miss Beauty had an appointment this morning with her special veterinarian.  Dr Irene was off on maternity leave, and I'm happy to say she's back on duty.

But, back to Missy.  I finally borrowed grandson's carrier.  Missy investigated it last night, and voluntarily went inside the carrier and settled down for a nap.  This morning she went in a little reluctantly.  However, once in the car she changed her mind.  And she mewed plaintively and howled with outrage, and meowed the rest of the time.  All the way to the Vet office.  She settled down a bit once we got in the waiting room.

We got into the examining room, and she didn't. want. to. be. there. at all!!!  The technician did some very unmannerly things to her, like taking her temperature and weighing her (a healthy 8.5 pounds), and when she was relieved of that person's presence, she tried to hide in my armpit.

Then Dr Irene came in and so gently probed Missy's mouth (teeth in excellent condition), peered into her eyes (clear), poked and prodded her body (no mysterious masses), and checked her heart and lungs (in good operating order).  That wasn't so bad, now was it Baby?  Hmmm?  Mew.

The doctor and technician held her gently, but firmly, and inserted a needle into her right hind leg and injected something (ow!), then dropped some stuff in her nose (sneeze!).

I put the carrier back up on the exam table, and Missy couldn't get in there fast enough.  She did favor me with some choice words on the way home, but mostly she was quiet.

Had a nice treat of trout when she got home, so all is forgiven.


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