I am now 420.39 in debt to my credit card company. It was so much fun getting her into the carrier, my friend Tess had to come early and help me. Gertrude was extremely well-behaved at the vet, though. Anyway, my point here is that 1. she hasn’t been to the vet in years 2. the cat carrier has been sitting in the living room for eons, completely ignored by her. I vacuumed it out and sat it near the desk yesterday, in preparation. She avoided it, and me, and mainly stayed under that dresser. So it’s been years since she was in that thing, and she still knew it was bad news. Who says cats don’t think? Or have memories? Or know that the cat carrier means a not-fun time? Picture was done with the pho.to lab app.