For days and months I have dreaded today , on Trixie's behalf, because it was the annual check-up at the vet. She had n't been for eight months, since the last allergy treatment, and has been so happy almost as though she had forgotten the last tricky season but sadly, it is due to start again soon.
Usually she has sensed the time for check-up appointments, goodness knows how, I am my usual self but probably even more besotted with her. The outcome of her sensing it, has sometimes been she runs away or hides in the house somewhere. But this time, no problems - my careful closing of all doors and locking the cat flap, all done while she had her lie-in after the nocturnal adventures, and I was able to scoop her up, all sweet and purring and cuddly and put her in the carrier, when our lift came, and then happy in the car - it is only down the road - and happy in the waiting room. Then the problem was, like always , putting her on the scales. Why do they hate being weighed? A big fuss for that but no fuss at the vaccination!! But I was so proud of her for being 90% 'good'. The vet put in the notes 'Trixie is hardly angry today'.
She is peacefully sleeping again now. I have had a half-hour nap myself, because tiredness caught-up, after all my needless worrying.