It's only funny when it's over...

This is something I laughed about several hours after it happened. Today I took the cats to get a worm shot. Yes, they eat mice that are not all that fresh, and they get tape worms regularly. It's sick.

Last time I had Wisp locked in my room, but somehow she hid and escaped me. This time I was determined to get her. Erin was ready for a nap, so she was really cranky. So imagine her crying and screaming throughout this entire story.

Fidg was in the room when I called to make the appointment. When I hung up the phone he was nowhere to be found. He can sense these things. Wisp was also nowhere. So I casually went outside with Erin because the cats usually come and hang with us when we go out. Fidget came and I grabbed him and locked him in the pantry. Nowhere to hide. Wisp was in the field out back completely ignoring me. I couldn't go and get her because Erin was sitting on the ground crying. So I went and got some tuna (which I can't stand the smell of) and tried to lure Wisp to me. She ignored me. So I decided I was going to have to get the ladder and go over the fence to chase her back into the house. I put the can of tuna on the floor by the door, and put Erin in her crib where she proceeded to scream bloody murder. I got the ladder next to the fence on the most level ground I could, and clambored over the fence. It was difficult. I was hot and sweaty. I had also not managed to look at the ground on the other side of the fence, because I landed in a great big burr bush. So now I am covered in burrs from feet to waist, and the cat looks at me and runs through the fence toward our house. I had to hurry and get back over the fence before she went somewhere and hid again. Don't forget, Erin is still screaming and I can hear her outside. So I drag myself over the fence, loosing my stupid shoes and almost tearing down the fence in the process, and luckily the cat has stopped to check out the tuna. Whew! So I grab her and stick her in the bathroom. Erin sees me and redoubles her screaming efforts. I had to go get the cat kennel from the garage, crack the bathroom door open and grab the cat, stuff her in the cage, then get the screaming baby from her crib. Tears rolling down her face, shirt soaked. Then I got the other cat from the pantry and tried to stuff him in the cage, and of course Wisp escaped . She ran into the laundry room where she has a hidey hole, thank goodness I stopped her from getting to it in time. So I grab the cat, get her in the cage, take the cage out to the car, grab the screaming baby and try to get her in her carseat. She had had enough by then and refused to get in. She stiffened up her body so I could not get her in her seat. Meanwhile the cats are yowling from the cage, and Erin is screaming louder still. I finally get her in the carseat, buckle her up and get the hell out of there. Then, as the cats are yowling and the baby is screaming, the car decides that the cats need their seatbelt on, and starts beeping about it. It always seems like it takes twice as long to get somewhere when there is so much noise. I'm trying to calm Erin down but every time I say something to her she screams louder. She was so mad at me!
When we got to the vet, I had to get the baby out (mercifully not screaming anymore), get the cats out and somehow get the door of the office open. The girls inside were just talking about cookies and ignoring me. Finally I said "Hello-" and they were like, oh, what did you need? Arg! Then they told me to go in the middle room, but the door was closed. There I am standing there with a baby in one arm and a cage full of cats in the other hand, and they couldn't even be bothered to open the door for me! I asked if I should just open the door, and the girl who was standing a foot behind me was like "yeah." OMG!! So I put the cats down, opened the door, picked the cats up and went in. There was a girl inside who said "oh, I was just about to open that for you." Arg Arg!!!! Then she made me get the cats out of the cage one handed, I couldn't put Erin down, cause she was crying--she was scared because the cats were scared, so cute-- and then she didn't even have a big enough needle or enough vaccine stuff, so she had to leave two times and get them. Arg Arg Arg!!!!!!!

So that was my delightful trip to the vet today. At least the worm exited Fidget really quickly and grossly, though. Thanks for letting me vent. Like you had a choice.