We got up this morning, threw on clothes, and stuffed the boys into their carriers. As there are now two carriers, I couldn’t sit in the backseat with them and when I reached back to let Finian sniff my fingers, he clawed me and refused to let go even though I was screaming. Jon finally helped me get my fingers loose (while driving 60 mph) and we made it to the vet. I washed and banadaged my finger and we got the babies out of their cages and into the arms of the vet techs. (One of the vet techs was the one who fostered the kitties and she really wanted to keep Finian but couldn’t at the time.) As I was handing Finian to Cindy (his foster mommy), he caught my nose and clawed me. He did a pretty good job because the puncture is still clotting and I now look like I’ve been beaten up.

The kitties got weighed before we took them back and Finian is 9.5 lbs. Cullen is only pushing 9 but still… this is 3 times what it was in August and September when we got them. They’re not fat either — just very muscular and solid. We get them back tomorrow morning, but I’ll miss my babies until then. At least Jon is home today so that I have company…

Update: I just called the vet’s office and the babies are OK. They performed the surgery first thing this morning and the kitties are awake but not moving. The vet always keeps them overnight, so we’ll get our babies back tomorrow morning.