Cat House

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?!?! 

Eric cut the big bits...

...and I drew and cut the little bits

off to the vet!