|Chuck waits for the vet to arrive|
Once again, Angel hissed at Chuck when we got home, because the vet tech who carried him to the x-ray room apparently took a bath in perfume, and he simply reeked of the smell. The Hubby spent some quiet time with one hand on Angel, and the other on Chuck as they lay side-by-side after dinner, and he managed to calm them both into rumbles of purrs and then naps. I got no such treatment, so I took off for a walk around the neighborhood to steady my nerves. Breathe in, breathe out. I had wrapped my scarf around and over Chuck while we waited, in hopes that it was a protective force-field, keeping the dog barks, baby cries, and general hubbub from overpowering my sweet kitty. AND my brand-new cell phone wasn't receiving everything it should, while I fretted that I was missing work-related items, and personal texts and emails too. Phooey, as Phoebe from 15 And Meowing always says! Office I.T. fixed everything up nicely today, so that's that!