it's hard out there for a kit
Jun. 18th, 2014 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksUsually, our two cats do not give us much in the way of sturm und drang when they have to go to the vet. Usually, this is because at least one of them is not feeling terribly well. Today, they had a well-cat visit, and I was not able to help Ruth wrangle them because I had a conflicting appointment for which I was leaving the house slightly earlier and in the opposite direction. In future, we may wish to consider well-cat visits as a separate taxonomic classification, as before I headed out I witnessed approximately the following:
Ruth: *swoops down on Rafael-cat, puts him in his carrier*
Lucien-cat: *makes a hellishly loud crashing noise somewhere in the bedroom, disappears from human ken*
Rafe: I SHALL DIE.
Me, to Ruth: I think Lucien went behind the filing cabinet and used that to get behind the bookcases somehow even though they are flush to the wall?
Ruth: *begins climbing over the furniture necessary to determine this*
Rafe: IT IS TIME TO SING MY DEATH SONG.
Ruth: Not back here.
Me: Where else could he be?
Rafe: O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING? IT IS BEFORE ME, HANDLE POINTED AT MY HAND.
Ruth: Under the bed?
Me: The bed is really heavy, and we blocked it off really thoroughly.
Ruth: *moves seventy jillion things with which we blocked it off* He's under the bed. Somehow.
Rafe: O ANGST
O WOE
O DEAR
O NO
Ruth: *moves the bed, with great difficulty, prods at cat with broom*
Lucien: *leaves bedroom in a flash*
Ruth: So, okay, now I think he's in the living room closet, but I can't see him in here... ! He teleported into the kitchen.... got him! *stuffs cat into carrier*
Rafe: MY IMMEASURABLE AND ETERNAL SADNESS IS WITHOUT PERCEIVABLE LIMIT
Lucien: I know where you all sleep
Ruth: Okay, next time we catch Lucien first.
Rafe: I WEEP, I PERISH, I FALL, I BREAK, I DIE
Lucien: Our entire family is made out of meat
And at this point I had to leave, and the problem is, I don't know which one of them ought to get the Oscar.
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Ruth: *swoops down on Rafael-cat, puts him in his carrier*
Lucien-cat: *makes a hellishly loud crashing noise somewhere in the bedroom, disappears from human ken*
Rafe: I SHALL DIE.
Me, to Ruth: I think Lucien went behind the filing cabinet and used that to get behind the bookcases somehow even though they are flush to the wall?
Ruth: *begins climbing over the furniture necessary to determine this*
Rafe: IT IS TIME TO SING MY DEATH SONG.
Ruth: Not back here.
Me: Where else could he be?
Rafe: O DEATH, WHERE IS THY STING? IT IS BEFORE ME, HANDLE POINTED AT MY HAND.
Ruth: Under the bed?
Me: The bed is really heavy, and we blocked it off really thoroughly.
Ruth: *moves seventy jillion things with which we blocked it off* He's under the bed. Somehow.
Rafe: O ANGST
O WOE
O DEAR
O NO
Ruth: *moves the bed, with great difficulty, prods at cat with broom*
Lucien: *leaves bedroom in a flash*
Ruth: So, okay, now I think he's in the living room closet, but I can't see him in here... ! He teleported into the kitchen.... got him! *stuffs cat into carrier*
Rafe: MY IMMEASURABLE AND ETERNAL SADNESS IS WITHOUT PERCEIVABLE LIMIT
Lucien: I know where you all sleep
Ruth: Okay, next time we catch Lucien first.
Rafe: I WEEP, I PERISH, I FALL, I BREAK, I DIE
Lucien: Our entire family is made out of meat
And at this point I had to leave, and the problem is, I don't know which one of them ought to get the Oscar.
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