Nicholas needed to get his shots today, one of which was for rabies. I was able to place him into the big carrier, one that’s actually meant for small dogs. And a good thing, as Nicholas now officially weighs in at 12 pounds and change.

I’ve always remarked how quiet Nicholas is. Not today, however. Once in the carrier he cried out like the world was out to get him. He carried on while I put him in the car, and he carried on all the way to the vet’s office. Once inside the vets he was completely silent, preferring to hide behind a towel they put up just for him.

After his series of shots he huddled into the corner behind the towel and started to growl at the world. And he stayed that way until one of the vet techs came in and gently placed him back into his carrier. Once out the door he was totally quiet all the way back home. I let him out of the carrier in the kitchen and he took off like a little furry cannon ball. Fifteen minutes later he was back to get his mid-day meal, and acting like nothing had happened.

Nicholas might be a big two years old, but in some ways he’s still a kitten.