Yesterday, what should have been a few minutes of getting the foster cat in a carrier to go to the vet turned into an hour of trying to coax him out from under the bed, some pretty impressive battle damage to my hand, and finally 15 minutes of angrily disassembling all the furniture in the guest room.
And the day smelling like cat musk.
Still committed to fostering, but oy vey — what an ordeal. So I spent the night in the spare room with the little dude to try to help him de-trauma, and I guess I was forgiven because hisses and hiding at the outset turned into Play Night where if I left a hand free at any point it would be chomped in short order.
Little dude loves his chomps.