Cats out of the bag.

How do they know? Well, Murray didn't know, as he was rubbing on the cat carriers I'd just brought up. Sibbie knew. She was already in hedgehog position before I caught Murray. Then she wouldn't come out from wherever she was. Even *Kree-ing didn't bring her out. So I waited and eventually she tentatively came out. She was not happy in the carrier. Moooooooeoeeeeeeeewwwww. Yooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. All. the. way. to. the. vet.

Murray, of course, was a little gentleman and made not a peep.

Sibbie turned into 12 pounds of dead weight to pull out of the carrier. She got herself together enough to skulk around the floor a bit with her tail the size of Texas. Then she wedged herself between me and the back of the chair. Too bad, darlin', you need shots too.

While at the vet, a dog had a seizure in the waiting room next door. (Our vet has a cat entrance and a dog entrance. One time a dog and his owner came in the cat entrance. All the humans and their cat owners were giving them the evil eye. They must not have realized.) Also, while I was in the exam room, I heard sobbing, which was still going on when I left. I was having trouble not crying, because it was the sound of grief, deep and heartfelt. I don't know what happened.

As I was picking up the carriers to leave, a "dog/horse" was just going to the dog entrance. Seriously, this thing was probably 4' tall. And it had correspondingly large parts, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. I waited for them to get inside before taking Sibbie and Murray out.

Hmmmm... speaking of Sibbie and Murray, I haven't seen them since we got home. Here, kitty, kitty. Hmmmm... I guess I don't blame them for hiding.

*Kree - Did I ever explain Kree to you? If you are a Stargate fan, you already know. We started this, oh, 6 years ago... when we were watching Stargate for the 1st time. I trained the cats to come when I called "Kittens. Kree." "Kree" is a command that means Come, Go, Now, Don't... pretty much an all purpose word in the Stargate world. It is the language of the Jaffa, those who protected and served the Goa'uld, until they rebelled against their false gods, and through the use of tritonin were able to become free of the larval Goa'uld they incubated. And, if you didn't know before what a SciFi geek I was, now you do.