Our two cats went to the vet for their annual visit. This was a relatively cheap one. Neither needed rabies shots, and for the first time in many years we are down under three. Andy was in his shiny new harness, one with better construction than the last which he escaped too easily. Atlas was wailing away in the carrier, out of the carrier being weighed, in fact all the time until we put Andy down next to him and they started his examination. Atlas then started to purr, loudly.
The appearance of more hands, needed to keep Andy's paws down while his teeth were examined, seemed to delight Atlas. Or perhaps he enjoyed seeing the needle Andy get his shot. It would be a stretch to assume that Atlas felt much charity for his housemate.
The nice thing about going the vet's with multiple cats is that each person in the room gets to pick a favorite. This time it seemed to work out evenly. The tech aide responded best to Andy and the young vet seemed to find Atlas funny. (Someone should... he's not easy to live with.)
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