Baxter got to visit the vet today, and I have never seen him so freaked out. He was jumping at every sound and smell, and didn’t even want to stay in my arms (or on my shoulders). He got two vaccines today, plus the vet looked in his eyes and ears and mouth and even where the sun don’t shine.
The good news is that he’s a healthy kitty — and hopefully he’ll be even healthier after we start feeding him his expensive new kibble to fix his tummy troubles. The bad news is that he was so scared he pissed in his cat carrier. Poor kitty.
