I had to get up and take one of them off to the vet a 6:00 this morning
so now even all the cats don't love me :0)
Around 1954, I adopted a kitten. He was gray.
His name was Smokey. He was hanging around the house for a few days,
when it came to my attention that he shud receive some veterinary attention,
so I made an appointment for him on the fone for several days later.
I dunno, but I suspect, that Smokey surreptitiously overheard our plans for his medical future.
On the appointed day, Smokey went into hiding. I had to ransack the house to find him.
The vet said to bring him back a week later. I did, but again,
on the appointed day, he went back into hiding. He NEVER
in the absence of veterinary commitments.