They went to the cat torturer today and got two shots. Flo weighs six pounds and Cora weighs eight. I have been trying for over a week to get them to the vet. Doug doesn’t help matters any. When a cat is at the door, he opens it without a thought in his head. I am so glad that I don’t have to make an appointment. Otherwise, I probably would have killed my husband by now.
They had a hard time staying awake the rest of the day.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 