Trip to the Vet very similar to trip to the ER

My poor kitty, Tigger, was not a happy camper Sunday night and yesterday. He had a tummy ache and wasn’t holding down anything, including water. He had us up all night about every 20 minutes. He still wasn’t holding down anything, so I took him to the vet for a walk-in appointment. We sat and waited patiently for 3 hours to see the vet. Another lady waiting made the comment that it was like waiting in the ER to be seen. Boy she wasn’t kidding.

Turns out, Tigger is ok, just has a hairball causing the upset tummy, so they gave him a shot of anti-nausea medicine, and boy was he ready to go home. He crawled right back into the kitty carrier and looked at me to say, LET’S GO NOW. Poor baby, he had had just about enough of this fun--3 hours in a carrier, people poking at him, and a shot. He was feeling much better that evening and ate a little bit of kibble and kept it down. This morning, trying to get the little pills down his throat was a challenging task. It’s really just like having little kids again. He’s just hanging out with me as I write this--also like a little kid hanging out with Mom. I’m just glad he’s feeling better.