Apollo is a brave kitten. On Friday, he went to the vet for the very first time. Incidentally, it was also the very first time I have ever been to a vet.
In any case, he was a good boy. He didn't even mind getting his shots. We told the vet that he sometimes cries before he goes to his litter box, but he said that's normal. So . . . if Apollo dies from some GI infection, I guess we get to sue.
While he behaved himself with the vet, Apollo did not like being in his cat box. We used the cardboard "I Love My Pet" box we brought him home from the Humane Society in. He used to like taking naps in there. However, since the trip to the vet, he has decided that the box is evil and, therefore, must die. He has been demolishing it with his teeth and claws ever since.
The strangest part of the vet experience was that the exam room was smack dab between the reception area and the back kennel area, and the only way to the kennel was through the exam room. There was a constant parade of animals through our "private" exam room, including a GIANT mastiff who peed all over the floor as he was dragged to the back room. Pee EVERYWHERE. One of the receptionists followed him with a mop, frantically scrubbing the floor and cursing the other dog that was walking through the mess.
On Sunday afternoon, we drove up to Bountiful to see Seth's family. His mom, dad, sister, and niece flew into town, so all the family members in the area gathered for Sunday dinner. What a fun evening!
On Monday, we had a glorious storm. In the morning, it rained softly. In the afternoon, it poured for almost a full ten minutes, and there was even a little thunder! A dream come true! How I love thunder storms!
2 comments:
This post made me laugh. (I think all of my comments on your blog begin like this.) I had to read it out loud to Johnny. I love that he is tearing the box to shreds. Hahaha, go Apollo!
This morning he was running full speed from the bedroom to the living room and smashing into the box. We should put a picture of the box. It's like a kid was bored in school and punched holes in it with a pin over and over and over.
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