Santiago has no idea what is about to befall him. all the cats can tell is that for some reason I'm not providing them with breakfast. I keep telling Jackson to hold on. Santiago I just look at with pity while he obliviously dismantles my room, which he does so well.
off to the vet. poor little guy. I hate carrying them down mission street but at least my friend B gave me her old hardshell cat carrier so I don't have to use those cardboard ones from the spca. I'm always afraid they're going to come undone and deposit the cat on the sidewalk suddenly.