Oh, the horror! Even though my two had vet visits in July (not even a month before I adopted them), I still decided to take them again for a checkup. My roomie works with a vet = free vet visits.

Danny has already gone, and he was an angel. Charlie used to be an angel too. Didn't even flinch when he got his shots. Just sat there like a good boy.

My first cat, Sydney, would turn the vet's office upside-down. He would hiss and scratch and carry on like he was being tortured or something.

I have a feeling Elvis will be the same way. Judging from the way he acted when we gave him the worm medicine, taking him to the vet is going to be quite an ordeal. We also had to use the evil towel in order to give him the de-wormer, and Rachel and I still ended up with battle scars.