Thank you...I think

Yesterday was Reggie's annual exam. Reggie is my cat. So, early yesterday morning, I forced my cat into a small cardboard box with strategically placed air holes. The box then goes in the back seat of the warm car for a ride. At the vet's office, he is poked, prodded, his teeth probed and his organs felt. They weigh him (I'm jealous - he is better at maintaining his weight than I am ) and got a few shots.

It's then time to be squished back in the box for another ride home. Once free of his carrier, he hides for a few hours. Until the sound of the vacuum sends him flying from his hiding spot under the bed to the hiding spot under the computer in the den.

Routine soon returned and Reggie headed outside for his nightly stroll and came in around the usual time.

This morning, in the bright sunlight, I found his thank you gift for taking such good care of him, a dead mouse. A feline thank you gift.

Thank you...I think!