Trip to the vet

I went to see the vet last Friday.

I was sitting on the bed. He brought the carrier to the bed, and I looked at it and got in with only a little help. We then took a short ride, and we went into the waiting room. Binx came and sat next to me, putting his front legs around the carrier a little. I think I saw the other two clinic cats.

We then went in to the exam room. They had to take the top off the carrier for me to get out. The vet tech left, and then I explored the room. I got in the sink, even though the counter is not next to the sink. I did not stay long enough for him to take a picture of me there. Binx tried to put his paws under the door to say hello (file photo of Binx reaching under the door from when he lived with us).

Then the vet came in. It was not the same vet I had seen there before, although my usual vet was around. This new vet sees patients on Fridays. One of the other vet techs came in and checked my chip.

Then we went home. I stayed away from my person most of the rest of the day and that night. After I used the litter box, he scooped it up and tried to get it into the container for a poop test, but he had trouble doing so. So he just put it in a couple of sandwich bags (it was too smelly for just one ) with the container and took it to the vet. They called back the next day to say it was fine.

I stayed away from him on Friday afternoon and evening, and didn't even eat much. But I was back to normal by Caturday. I ate my breakfast and spent time with him as we explored the Star Wars Galaxy.