Sir Puffins

Is currently in kitty hospital getting some much needed work done on his teefs and gums. Our eight minute drive to the vet's office was filled with howling from both of us - his the standard 'whyareyoutorturingmelikethis' type stuff and me with the 'butiloveyouanditsforyourhealthandi'llcomebacktopickyouuptonightand
youwillbespoiledrottenuntilmyguiltisgone' kinda stuff.

I love that little one so much it breaks my heart to think of him being scared and away from his home. Gah.

Before we left the home, I held him at my icon corner and prayed for him, his doctor, Tiggs, Smoke, and myself. I made the sign of the cross on his forehead and gave thanks for all he is.

Then I put him in a box and took him to the car. I don't think he remembers me saying nice things to and about him during our prayer time. Comme ca.