At The Vet's

 We took the critters to the vet's office this morning, for routine stuff.  Not to worry, everyone is fine.

Te cat, Tiger, a gray Tom, is an asshole cat.  He's okay, generally, as long as you leave hi alone, and he likes his scratching and cuddling on his terms, but as soon as you grab him to stuff hi int a pet carrier,  he howls piteously until he is released.  A constant meow that grates on the nerves.  He also doesn't appreciate acceleration, so when the car moves, he increases the tempo of the mewling.  It's quite disconcerting.

The dawg and the cat normally get along fine, but I think that the dawg was a bit embarrassed for the cat this miring.  It was a disgraceful performance.

Our vet, Dr. Ashley, is a young woman who went to high school when I was a Resource Officer.  She remembered me, but it took e a few minutes.  I haven't seen her for 10 years and she has changed fro a young adolescent to a poised professional.  It's good to know that at least one of y students has done something productive.  

We paid the toll, loaded the critters and came home.  I thought that when we got home, I'd open the pet carrier and the cat would un-ass on his own, but that was not to be.  I had to reach in, grab him by the scruff of his neck and drag him out of the pet carrier. At this point, he pride has been wounded considerably.  He will get over it.