Flex days and cats

Tomorrow is a flex day and as always I will have a lot to get accomplished. To start off, at 7:30 in the morning, I have to take my cat to the vet. This will be a lot of fun for anyone who is hanging around my house at that hour. My kitty hates the cat carrier and she’s fast! Usually I get my sister to come over and help me, that way I can lull her into a false sense of comfort with a little play and petting and then Danna whips out the carrier and I shove her in. Unfortunately Danna will be at work in the morning and I’ll be on my own. The chase should be a hoot; I’m thinking I may need to get up really early.

Now my other cat could hold a grudge. In fact if she felt you treated her badly she would totally ignore you and wait until you weren’t paying her any attention, and then she’d get you. We’re talking screaming and blood drawn. Then she’d set herself up in the window after she gave you that look at a said, “What?! You know you deserved it.” Then she’d giver herself a good bath. Not this cat, she will be all needy as soon as I let her out when I bring her home.

I’m taking her for her shots and to get her fixed. Why do we call it getting fixed? It’s not like she’s broke, in fact everything seems to be working very well which is why she’s seeing the vet. If your friend fixes you up that usually means you’re headed for a good time, but I’m thinking she’s not going to thank me for this date.