She’s not a prisoner, she’s just traveling, I tell myself to assuage my guilt at locking her up.

It usually takes an hour to get her into the carrier. Today it took two minutes. Now she’s packed up and we are crazy early. Shit.

Patches is not exactly loving me right now.

She won’t come over to the bed to hang out with us. I wonder if she knows she’s going to the vet tomorrow. Maybe she can sense it. Worse than the vet though, she’s going in the cat carrier. Oh how she hates that thing.

She’s like a goalie and my keyboard is the goal.

Patches has been my iPhone photography model for 11 years. She’s had enough. I line up a pic, she walks away. I only get them when I’m stealthy-like.

I put the Disney themed cat bed/fort in our bedroom and last night she used it! Or at least this morning she used it. I don’t know if she actually used it last night, but whatever.