Yesterday, we lounged around until 1, at which time we went to Petco to get Trout a scratching post, a brush, and - most importantly - a carrier so we wouldn't have to worry about her jumping out the car window while we're on the freeway. Petco was sensory overload to the poor kitten, and she rode on my shoulder until we were in the pet food/carrier aisle, when she jumped onto a shelf and ran away. My hands were full, so Cory had to run to the other side of the shelf to find her. Eek.
Then we went to BK for lunch, after putting Trout into her new cage. She HATED it. She tried so hard to get out, biting and scratching and mewing the whole time we were driving in the car. We finally put Cory's denim shirt in there with her, and she calmed down a little. The vet wasn't too traumatic for her, which was good. She didn't especially enjoy getting her temperature taken, and tried to push the vet's hand away with her back feet. He had to scruff her a lot, because she started attacking him, which made me kinda embarrassed, I think mainly because I've never had a cat that tried to attack the vet before. She was done with her nap and had all that adrenalin from trying to get out of the carrier, I think. She got her distemper shot, and we have to get a stool sample since they couldn't get anything out of her. (Most of this stuff is for me to remind myself later...) We declined the feline leukemia test because she's an indoor cat and I'm not worried about it. So on Monday, Cory's gonna watch her so he can run in and get a good fecal sample before she covers it up.
Our vet is very feminine.
Then Rachel and Harris came over and we bbq-ed trout (the fish, not the cat) and had mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli and alcohol. There are three or four apricot beers in the fridge if anyone wants 'em. Icky. They stayed for quite awhile and we all played with the animals and took pictures of them being stupid.
Today we restrung our guitars. (Well, Cory's guitars, technically.) Now we're going to run to Fred's and get the pictures from last night developed and see if we can find me a chair so I don't have to sit on this stupid stool in front of the computer.
Yesterday morning when I woke up, I was sure I was going to be late for work. I hate that feeling.