The lunatic says goodbye to those who say they love him

I have all the cats scheduled for a vet visit this Thursday, which will be a carnival of fun, let me tell you what. It's a bunch o'money I really shouldn't spare at the moment, but if I don't I'll be feeling like the worst pet owner in the world, because they really need their shots boosted and Kit's eye has been looking a little dodgy of late. (Kit has the happys, as they used to say on Loveline: feline herpes that, for her, manifests as eye ulcers.) She's the only one that really needs to be checked over, barring their jabs, thank goodness. So tomorrow evening, I'll put the big cage in the car (it's a biggish dog crate I can put a litter box into, because Gracie expresses her displeasure at being in the car with an impressive display of pooping while yowling piteously. Dexter will be noisy but dry, and Kit seems to think the whole thing is a strange adventure which she is not entirely sure she wants to be on, but will reserve judgement until later.

Let the games begin!