Four

At four in the morning, D is often awake, due to insomnia and accompanied by Moby. Or due to Moby alone. Food is given, or the cat gets company while eating the food already out.

At four this morning, there was no food for the cat. He walked on us, purred, sighed in exasperation at our inability to understand, nosed our faces, jumped up on the bed then down, ran toward the kitchen "Here, the food is in here." But we are large, slow, stupid beings, and he has to face this eventually, leaving us to our vivid dreams.

Less insistently hopeful at 0640, he did keep reminding us "You do have to feed the cat, you know. Hello?" Instead, with only a token struggle, we stuffed him in the bag.

"Unfair!"

He mwowed hoarsely the whole way.

"Total cheat!"

Scratching at the inside of his bag.

"I object!"

No car cat, he.

"This is not what I wanted."

We got him there on the dot of seven. We are timely people, often early. Once at the vet's office, no one else (especially not dogs) around, we let him pop his head up, and he decided the bag was a fine place to be. Just fine. The tech explained what would be done, what drugs used, most very familiar to me, but I stayed circumspect and nodded. Even D got a lot of it, having actually listened as I told him about work - omitting the squishy bits. (I think he's gotten much less squeamish over the years, but I still guard his sensibilities.) We said our goodbyes, stopped for a cinnamon bun on the way, and came home to our catless place.

sigh


Sorry for being cryptic, we took him to get his teeth cleaned and checked. Last time he needed two teeth extracted, one was abscessed. And one paw was chronically irritated -so they did a biopsy. Today should be much easier on him, hopefully no extractions, just the aftereffects of anesthesia.