My husband arranged a special treat for me this evening: taking Mr Kitty to the vet. Deep joy.
Getting the cat into the cat carrier is easy (she says, having delegated this task to Mr Evil Torturer). The incessant pitiful whining that starts from the minute you shut the lid and only ends once you get back home is another matter.
But we hardened our hearts and emptied our wallets, and that’s it (barring injuries) for another year.