So Monster has a vet appointment in half an hour. I'm... nervious. Darxus couldn't get a hold of his previous vet records. Monster hasn't been to the vet since he lived in Philly (3+ years ago). There isn't anything wrong with Monster (except, you know, maybe a cat shouldn't weigh 20 lbs, but he doesn't seem fat to me...) I've brought Monster's carrier upstairs (after a cleaning) and he's currently hanging out in there. It is tempting to just shut him in there now, so I don't have to try and wrangle him in 15 minutes, but, well, then he'd be locked in there more than he needs to be. I don't actually expect issues of getting him in there, but then getting him down the two flights of stairs, and into the car... and then at the vet, I just don't know. Monster is not a violent cat, but I have no expectations that I'll come out of this without any scars.
Yes, I own a cat. For those of you who missed it, when Darxus and I broke up, it was decided that I should take Monster, Darxus's cat. Darxus had been getting aggrivated with Monster for being a cat, and I had been Monster's primary caretaker (making sure he had food, changing his litter box, etc) for a little while at that point. Monster was actually residing in my room, with instructions for him not to be allowed in the rest of the apartment, when Darxus and I split. This is how I ended up with a cat.