Why do I have to be the bad guy?

Today was visit to the vet day and let's just say it did not go well. After taking the Metro across town, during the walk the cat case handle finally gave way and Nasdaq hit the ground with a hard thud. First hiss of the day. (She rarely hisses and usually only when children run after her or Sushi is attacking her.) It was an especially humid day so I was drenched by the time I reached the vet.

Cat girl needed to have a large lump on her back removed so today was the day. Thankfully it turned out to be OK and not serious but it had grown quickly in recent months. The vet asked me to pull her out of the crate after surgery because she was hissing at everyone and taking swipes at the doctor. (Yikes, never happens.) The next round of hissing started. She eventually went into her new soft carrying case and was OK until we arrived home. I unzipped the case and the hissing started all over again.

I know a way to my cat girl's heart and it's with a tasty bowl of all natural fish something-or-other, nice and smelly, just the way she likes it. She hissed at me as I opened the tin but reluctantly approached the dish. Once I left the room, she dove in. Now that Joelle is home (the good guy is here!) all is well. No hissing.


Happier times, as in before taking Nasdaq to the vet for surgery...sniffle, sniffle. (Mental note: let Joelle take cats to vet next time.)