This morning, I finally got our cat Spot into the carrier and off to the vet. He was VERY VERY UNHAPPY, but so terrified in the vet office that he was compliant with all the horrible nasty things going on there. On arrival home, he hissed and immediately went into hiding, refusing to fall for that opening of the cat food can trick. Nobody is trustworthy any more.
Long gloves for rose gardening, nicely coated with cat fur from petting sessions -- that was the ticket.
The vet thinks he has hyperthyroidism, because he eats everything in sight and begs for more, but is all skin and bones now, somewhere under 6 lbs. We'll get the results tomorrow. If the vet's right, he'll need thyroid meds.
That's our big adventure. What's yours?