Teddie and I went through the rite of First Visit To The Vet this afternoon. He hates hates hates the cat carrier and car rides and cried and yowled and complained the WHOLE way. Luckily, it is only about twelve blocks away. Honestly, you have never heard such pathetic meowing in your life. Luckily, the waiting room was empty when we got there, so he calmed down a little, but only if I was sitting right next to him. He didn't like it when he didn't know where I was. He hated going into the carrier, but was too scared to come out to get examined. It's amazing how a ten pound cat can turn into thirty pounds of dead weight when they don't want to move. To give him credit, though, he never cried or tried to run or hiss or anything. He really didn't like getting his temp taken, but then, I can't really fault him for that. Everything seems to be okay, except he does have allergies, which is why he has been scratching so much at his eyes and making his poor eyelids bleed. Poor guy had to endure yet another shot, this one for steroids to control the allergic reactions, and now has to get ointment rubbed on his eyes three times a day and will have to start taking oral steroids once the shot wears off, in about ten days or so. At least it wasn't mites. Oh, and the vet told me that even if you get the flea and tick stuff labelled "for cats and kittens" at the pet store, unless it is Advantage or FrontLine, it can still be fatally toxic to kitties, so be careful. I really liked the vet, he was very grandfatherly and gave me some good advice. Anyway, Teddie is now back to hiding under the bed (after cussing me out like crazy during the car ride home), and I have enough cat hair on my shirt to spin an entire skein of sock yarn and won't be able to afford to eat for the rest of the month. We're both recovering.
Oh, and check out this pattern at Elann and tell me what you think. I think that with a few modifications (mostly so's I could wear it in public without getting arrested), it would be a really cool sweater. Guy friends tend to agree, although a couple thought it was "slutty". Girl friends tend to be split 50/50.
Gotta go do a show. Four more left in Santa Maria, and then I get to baby sit Solvang for a week. Joy of all joys =P