Pace yourself! TV remote in hand you have the world at your fingertips. :)

This morning I received a message that the two cats at home that haven't eaten for 24 hours and someone vomited blood, needed to be taken to the weekend vet, per instructions from the regular vet (whose office closes early on Saturday.) Catching those cats meant planning ahead - covering some exit routes (cat flap to porch), closing doors, and having the crates ready to go. The first cat was relatively easy, after a couple of misses.

The calico, not so much. She's the one who never lets me touch her, so chasing her from a deep and very full closet to under a large bed (with cat stuff under it), back to the closet, again the bed, and FINALLY cornered her in the master bathroom, captured with a towel, and crated. She gave me a hard bite in the closet, so now that I've been home (after a couple of hours at the vet) I'll head out to the minor emergency clinic for an antibiotic (I called my orthopedist to see if I needed anything different for the bite now that I have knee replacements.)

This wasn't how I planned to spend the day, but on the bright side, I don't have to go feed the cats any more this afternoon or tomorrow. Their owner will retrieve these two plus the one she boarded when she gets home tomorrow afternoon. I told her that since the cats are now in good hands she needs to enjoy the rest of the family party and have some wine.

The fee, paid in advance for the weekend, will not be refunded. I don't think I'll have a cost at the clinic (she would pay it), but the rest can cover hazardous duty. She can never catch that calico, usually has the vet tech come do it, so was amazed I accomplished it. I guess I'm as stubborn as that cat.