We are home. Patches is out of the cat carrier. She is hiding somewhere and she wants nothing to do with me for a while. She did let us pet her a little before she ran off, so there’s no hard feelings toward the gestapo fat ass who jailed her for almost two hours.
Clean bill of health. She’s fine. Nothing wrong apart from being old. She’s around 14 years old, we think, so it’s natural that she’d be slowing down. No joint issues, no vision issues, no obvious pain. She’s all good.
Good job, my brave little kitty. Sorry about the whole locking you in a cage thing. Meow.