Oh Friyay, a busy end to a busy week. I had to betray Oscar’s tiny trust this afternoon and take him to get the last of his kitten shots. He was deeply unhappy with me, singing the song of his people on the way there and back. I can’t blame him; we’d been snugging happily just a few minutes before he got shooped into the carrier.
He forgave me surprisingly fast after we got back home, though. After rampaging around the house a while, the shot kicked in and he flopped on the recliner for a rest.
Something tells me I’ll still get my purring-scarf snugs when we go to sleep later. His affection knows no bounds, even on shot days.