Two cats and a trip to the vet

I'll blame it on Halloween. The chocolate oozing into my attention. Coupons for Green&Blacks at Whole Foods. Evil. Temptation.

"Cats? The vet? And you're starting out with chocolate?"

Well, may I just say, oink oink. And that I specifically chose a vet with an office close-by, wanting to minimize my exposure to Shindy's ear-splitting yowls. Do you see the connection yet?

This morning, after the fun of catching each kitty and "convincing" them to get in their carriers, I asked "the girls" if they'd rather go in the car, or have me walk. (Now do you get it?)

Well, they're cats. They didn't answer. But *I* needed the walk, and it was another perfect day down on the peninsula. So off I went, with a cat carrier hanging off each shoulder. Roughly 9 pounds each.

First visit. "Get here about 15 minutes early." Well, it takes longer to walk with cats hanging off your shoulders than without. And if you want to arrive somewhat presentably, rather than panting, sweating and red-faced from exertion, it takes a little longer yet. And ... if you didn't look at Google Maps closely enough before you left, then you wander around in the wrong place for about 10 minutes ... because their phone was busy. Crazy.

Cats: hale and hearty. I always forget their age: born around May, 2001. So 8 years old. Middle aged. Getting gum disease, like their mother. However, I don't need general anesthesia for a cleaning. Let the expensive part of being a cat owner begin!

And, since you asked, no, Shindy did not yowl. Delilah was mewing pitifully for a bit, but she soon got interested in looking out at the world, despite my loping walk. (It would make me motion sick to be in one of those carriers while I was walking, even if I was shrunk down to a 9 pound itty bitty Naomi.) Shindy cat -- who knows? Not an Einstein, my Shindy.