I am grateful. The cat is pouting.

So it turns out that the cat stepped quite calmly into the cat carrier. After the two hour round trip and the terrifying visit with strangers in a strange place who poked things in her ears and injected her with things and shaved her stomach (they had to -- I wasn't sure if she'd been spayed or not) she quite calmly rejected me. Then I added insult to injury by putting drops in her ears. She will never come near me again.

On the other hand, she won't have an ear infectino. Plus, she got two new toys out of the outing -- a cigar-like catnip bundle and a scratching... circle. Also with catnip. I was hoping to buy back her love, but after the ear thing I think I'm just going to have to rely on cats having bad long-term memory. Well, and a bit of Stockholm Syndrome, since she really can't leave me. Mwahahahaaa....

Wow, that's really depressing. Note to all! Never stop to consider what life would be like if you were trapped in the body of a cat. It's scary.*

I apologize for the silliness. I woke up at 5:30 and I just got home at 8:45. Now I must do homework, get my car ready to be taken away by AIDS Action, and get up in time for my round of classes starting at 9:30 tomorrow.

Wheee!

(* This is called the Hel and the Story about the Giant Cats Syndrome. Don't get me started. Especially when I'm drunk.)