Mr. Cat is now a man. Actually, the opposite of that. He got neutered on Monday.
Now, I dislike going to the vet almost as much as he does; the employees there seem unable to talk to humans, and they definitely judge those who don't have a car carrier for their pets. Therefore, the only time they talk to me is when they're telling me I need to get a carrier or asking for money.
Needless to say, neither I nor The Admiral were looking forward to our Monday morning vet appointment. After sitting around watching Sunday football and listening to me rue the fact that I had to go to the vet the following day, Eric decided that making a crate could potentially solve my veterinarian woes.
And it worked. How could it not because....how awesome is this crate?!?!
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| Eric cut the big bits... |
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| ...and I drew and cut the little bits |
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| off to the vet! |
