boo-hoo

monty's been rather hoarse the past few days, a little lethargic, and had a brief coughing spell/asthma attack last night which leads me yet again to the vet's office (dr. mckee at moulton animal hospital is amazing. monty can be a pain in the a__.) anytime one of my cats is sick i start thinking of worst case scenarios. it's a sort of mental illness i think. just like when i picture myself dodging bullets matrix-style as i enter the vault at work and hurry to shut the metal door behind me should our bank ever been overtaken by robbers (have you seen heat? ohmegee!). needless to say i'm horrified at the potential diagnosis, the stress of the trip on my senior cat (he's seven), and whether or not he will pee on the doctor's examining table as they attempt to muzzle him.