Sam's long day

My horribly abused kitty was loaded into the terrible carrier and taken to the evil V-E-T last Saturday, and the poor baby had a tooth that had to be removed. So, this morning, I dropped him off, again at the V-E-T, in the hated carrier - after not giving him any food since 10pm the night before. Talk about adding insult to injury!

I almost cried when we left him there - I hate leaving him there to be put under by poor strangers. At least during the appt on Saturday I was there so he could bury his head in my side and pretend that we couldn't see him.

He had a long day. He was hissing at the evil V-E-T when they put him in his carrier to go home (something he never does) and he groggy when we got home. He's staying in the bedroom with us tonight to make sure he's ok.


Poor baby. He wants so much lovin'. He's even sitting on my lap as I type. Major guilt trip!