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So. Righty-roo. The rest of this week is shaping up to be a series of potentially-classic days; the kind that give you endless amounts of material to write about.

The plan: go by the vet’s tomorrow. Pick up sedatives for darling kitties, numbers one and two. It’s time for their yearly rabies shots, and given the fang-and-claw showcase that was last year’s vaccinations, I think it’s safe to say that I’m not bringing the little darlings within ten feet of a needle without giving them some serious happy drugs.

I’ll make a morning appointment with the vet, so that Jeff and I can give the darlings their pills in the morning before he leaves for work, and then as soon as the Happy Drugs kick in, I’ll bundle the darlings into their cat carrier and take them for their yearly abuse-with-needles.