Can’t wait until I pick him up. It was like dropping a kid off at school… except you know… I’m letting them take his kitten balls instead of knowledge. All the kitties were super pissed, every single one of them was howling in their crates. And frankie is just like “Mom… can I play with those things? I really want ‘em!”
Its 9am now, and I have to pick him up at 1pm. I just want to pick him up so I know he’s okay, and take care of his kitty grogginess. I want my boy all fixed up!