Vet declared him a little older than the shelter said, tho the shelter thought it had an actual birthdate, but that way she could go ahead and give him all the shots he needed until a year from now, so, fine, he's 2 or 3 weeks older. I held off on giving them wet food this morning, so we just had a little feast, and it's bathing in the window time.
For a couple of days the other cat had a watery eye, probably from a scratch during their tussling. I thought for a bit I might be taking them both in, so I got a new cat carrier, as my old extra one is missing screws and is just not so good. It's from before you could take the tops off, for instance. Turned out the eye healed on its own pretty quick, but it's good to have two anyway. Like, we haven't had a tornado warning calling for the basement in several years now, but you never know.
All this is by way of showing you the new carrier I got this time, which is even easier than the tops-come-off kind, and most cats can even sit up in it. (There's a larger version for 2 cats that could probably handle many smaller dog sizes too.) I had it open on the futon in here with them for a few days, and they've been playing in it and the old one. So it was no biggie at all to close up the door on him and get going today. So check it out--- clever, yes?
That's not him. That's some professional model cat. [Insert fluffer joke here.]
I hope little guy knew how swanky he was, in the schnazzy crate, when I handed him off in the parking lot to a masked tech. Or, wait, it's better if he didn't. Don't want to be inculcating in him a sense of shallow classist consumerist superiority!