After the trauma of sharing a waiting room with another cat, several dogs and a bunny, they had the further terror of the vet pressing their stomachs, peering in their eyes and pulling their lips back from their teeth before delivering two shots each. Not a good day in for a cat.
They are not feeling well and are still acting a bit cranky. All they want is to lay about on us, periodically hissing at us or each other. And their little noses and the pads of their paws are very red due to a slight fever.
Poor little sweeties. They'll be fine by tomorrow. And they would undoubtedly be thrilled to know their next scheduled vet visit isn't for 2 years, if they had any concept of time and could understand what we say. Although if Max continues to insist upon eating non-edible things, we may have to go sooner. (Last week he ate the cord from my camera, leaving me with a sad-looking camera hanging from my wrist with recycling string. Fortunately, it passed...)
Of course, between a day spent on laundry and a vet visit, I ran out of time to make a diaper cake for a baby shower tomorrow afternoon, much less post pictures from our weekend trip. Ah well.