Cats have a secret language
We took three of our cats to the vet today. (Tadpole stayed home on her pillow) Our 21-year-old cat, Puddles, is not a fan of the Wizard Kittens but she put her feelings to the side and warned them that we were going to the vet. We got Pudds into the cat carrier with no problem, but that was the end of ‘easy'. Puddles somehow communicated Run for your lives! to the kittens, and they did. Little traitor.
Am I saying that cats talk to each other? YES.
Also, a big relief. We found a large mass on Puddles' neck last night. I got almost no sleep worrying about our old girl, but it was a benign cyst.
In typical fashion, Gandalf explored the entire exam room, climbed all over the computer keyboard, chirped at me in his squeaky little voice, and generally charmed everyone. Sadly, Merlin has decided he's not a fan of the vet anymore. A sure sign that even though I call him a kitten, he has grown into a cat. He hid or sat in Tom's lap the entire time. Tiny Puddles (9 pounds), Gandalf (13 pounds) no issues - 17-pound, Merlin? A fraidy cat!