Henry needed his regular shots and I took him this morning (not without phoning first and finding out if there were any new times or rules – there weren’t). Our previous cats shed when they were scared – Socks used to leave enough hair after a visit to the vet to knit a sweater with.
But Henry is not a shedder, he is a sweater. He sweats so much through his paws that he leaves little paw prints on the exam table. In fact, he slid on the wetness. And his ignorant tin opener (that should probably read “pouch ripper” these days) couldn’t help but laugh. Shame on me.