Today we took some of the cats for their annual cardiac ultrasound this morning (just something we do as breeders to ensure healthy lines). Dunkin was sufficiently traumatized by the experience that she needed to find a safe place to snuggle up this afternoon.
It’s not all that horrible a process, but between the car ride, the cold table, a bit of a belly shave, the cold gel, and being probed it’s understandable that the cats would be a little wigged out. Still, they were true to their Maine Coon nature and were very cooperative, considering.