He was so young here, he still had blue eyes.
By the time we made it to the vet for his appointment, he was in a really bad mood. The receptionist, although well meaning, decided that she needed to take him out of his carrier and fuss over him after he had already hissed at her. So after hissing 5 more times at her, I actually had to tell her to put him back in his box. Needless to say, that made his mood even worse. Being held against his will for two needles and a pill really, really pissed him off. He was so traumatized on the way home he decided to poop in his carrier, thank goodness it was less than 10 minutes to drive home. He's much happier now that he's home, but now he's in for the weakness and crappy feeling he gets after a needle. Poor little man. I feel so bad for him. Good news is he forgave me and was looking for love immediately upon our return home....such a good kitty.