Thatch may not be going to the vet. He's determined today that he's going to run from me. Usually at this time of day, he's docile and sleep, but instead he's running around like crazy, and so is Annabelle/ I cannot make the 2:30 appointment, because I cannot catch the little devil. At this moment I'm ready to throw his unmicrochipped ass out into the street.
City Vet told me I could bring him in at 4:00 to see a different vet. Between this and the goddam elevator, what a shitty day.