Today’s misadventure with our cat Wicca

This morning Wicca gave a rather gross chuckle at the vet. Lately, she has been puking more than average for a short-haired cat so I took her in. I wanted to make sure she doesn’t have cancer or any other illness because she will be 16 in April which is equal to 80 for a human. It was a struggle to get her into the carrier for the trip as expected. Wicca continued to whine during the entire drive over. She mellowed out during the examination until Dr. Riggin came in to explain what the immediate results showed. Then the cat proved me wrong with a demonstration of her anxiety as she left a deuce in the carrier. I sympathize a bit for Wicca yet not the embarrassment I was feeling. Thankfully Dr. Riggin has been in the animal-care business for a long time and like a true pro, he laughed it off. His assistant sprayed this awesome stuff that smelled like carmel syrup at the coffee shop to cover it up. Even after a few hours, Wicca still carries the aroma of a carmel latte.