We are now home from the vet, which took longer than I thought but cost $8 less than I assumed. Kitties are now sleepyfaced and hardcore napping in the living room while I refrain from leaving the house in case they have violent mouth or butt reactions to their shots. So far, so good. Nothing is spewing out of anywhere.
Also, I only saw the evil vet when she emerged from the back room, looked around, completely avoided my glare, and went back in the back. Then I hissed at her. Because someone should.
Billy was kind of a jerk on the way home, though. He kept pushing Captain and kicking him and generally being a buttface.
It wasn’t THAT dramatic, Nugget.