I am currently sitting in my car outside the vet, with my cat in her carrier on the seat next to me. She wailed horribly the whole way here, and then quieted down as soon as I could sneak my fingers into the carrier for her to sniff and rub against. Poor kitty!

Audrey the cat is in the vet's now, while I continue to sit out in the car worrying about how terrified she is. Just to make it more fun, I'm fairly sure that an outcome of this visit will be scheduling a dental cleaning, and oh boy is that gonna be psychologically rough.

Kitty is home and still weirded out by the shots/bloodwork - she keeps licking and shaking one of her back legs. But she’s generally fine! Badly in need of a dental cleaning, but otherwise very healthy. So that’s good.