Cat (Natch) fever

Nacho had a vet appointment today. Simple. It involved me leaving work early, coming home to gather paperwork, stuffing him in his canvas carrier (which features straps for backpack-style carrying), dragging him to the train station, going south three stops, and then to the vet's office. He sat nicely while I filled out paperwork and met another cat named Geronimo.

He hardly meow-ed during the commute, and was very well-behaved at the vet's office. Dr. Adams inspected him thoroughly; he barely squirmed. She stuck a thermometer in his butt; he didn't bat an eye. He was prescribed some chicken tasting meds that I have to squirt into his mouth twice a day (well, James is going to have to teach me the finer points of Cat Injections, as he is the Injektor Extraordinaire).

$50 later, I have a cat who's giving me the stink eye.