Cat-astrophes

Yesterday was the cat's annual trip to the vet, which would be obvious to anyone who sees the giant scratch across my face today.

This is the only time Murray gets to go for a car ride, so it's always an interesting experience. Little Smoot just loves this occasion, because she thinks it's hilarious to watch the cat roam around in the car. I think it's less hilarious than she does, especially when he decides to find a highly inappropriate place to hang out, such as underneath the brake pedal.

At one point, he managed to climb around on the dashboard in front of me, and he eventually somehow figured out how to turn on the windshield wipers.

Murray has been biting at one of his feet lately, as though he doesn't eat enough other stuff around the house. The vet says that he apparently has an infection where one of his claws was removed, so he put the cat on antibiotics. That opens up a whole new world of fun for me!

The cat doesn't seem to understand the idea of taking a pill, so I have to put butter and the pill on my finger, and jam it down his throat twice a day for five days. Needless to say, we have both been greatly enjoying this experience.