Took the kitties in this morning so that they can get fixed and microchipped. Scout glared at me the entire time, like I had betrayed her in a way that offended the core of her being. Charlie, on the other hand, hung from the bars like he was nailed up and wailed his fuzzy heart out.

I wonder how often in my cat owning life I'm going to be reduced to tears in the parking lot of the veterinary offices...