cellio | vetrinary failure

My cats are too smart. (Well, two of them.) I always feed them when I get home from work, and they always come running. So the plan was to feed them and then close the basement door while they were eating. This would work most of the time. Near as I can tell, they could tell the difference between the carriers in their usual state (basement floor, doors closed) and tonight's state (doors open, ready to be loaded). So Embla and Erik bolted. Poor Baldur -- he spent about 45 minutes in his carrier, because I got him right away, while I unsuccessfully tried to capture the other two, who near as I can tell disappeared into the attic crawlspace.

So Baldur got his checkup, and we'll try again on the other two. (Not sure when. Maybe I can get an appointment next week.)