I had a hard time falling asleep last night but did, eventually. I woke up utterly exhausted and hit the snooze button a few times. But I didn't want to miss the cats' appointment so I got up and took my shower.
After my shower, I ate my protein bar, drank a diet soda, and took my meds. I asked Ron to start feeding the cats treats.
Torbie arrived first, so I plucked her off and stuffed her in the big carrier. Pretty easy work. Baby Girl and Biscuit ran away and hid in the catio, of all places.
I got Baby Girl next and put her in the "duffle" style carrier, it is pink. Appropriate, I felt, for a girl cat.
Then I got Biscuit. He was pretty meaty and wouldn't fit in the carrier I had planned for him. I had to give him to Ron to hold while I got the other duffle bag style cat carrier. I got him stuffed.
They all began singing a song of protest at their confinement right about the same time Chuck showed up. I got them stuck in the back of the pickup (it has an extended cab), and we went to the vet.
Chuck waited outside while I got the cats into the exam room. It was apparently an exam room for dogs, it had dog magazines and dog posters on the wall. They continued to sing their song of protest, but calmed down after the vet tech used some Feliway.
Two young men came into the room. They took Biscuit out, petted him, weighed him, and got his vitals. Biscuit is a whopping 16 pounds. Biscuit!
This is Biscuit on Rescue Day: