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17.04.2017 That’s a wrap on Easter. We went back early to prepare for tomorrow’s shooting. 

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After 2 previous attempts, Freddie and Sofia finally made it to Franklin, TN to visit Erin today. It was an exciting trip for everyone. At 9am, I zombie-walked my ass out of bed for the 10am appointment after only 5 hours of "sleep", poked Prosch a few times to get up and get ready, fumbled for my work clothes so I could go straight there after the appointment, poked Prosch again, brushed my teeth and began the cat search. Prosch never made it out of bed. Since we're still dealing with Freddie's bullying from time to time, I opted for separate carriers. This proved problematic as Sofia had to use Spunky's and was quite unhappy about it. 10 minutes, a handful of treats, and one perfectly timed cage door slam later, we had that problem solved. Freddie was an easier capture - he entered his with a sort of cautious enthusiasm. It was kind of how I imagine Jim would act if he rediscovered a childhood treehouse. Based on the kitties initial behaviors, I thought Freddie was going to be the carefree feline and Sofia was going to be the one in the car imitating a woman being murdered. I WAS FUCKING WRONG. Let's shift now to the actual car ride from Donelson to Franklin, a mere 32 miles, and roughly 40 minutes away. From Kimberly Drive, I made it to Elm Hill Pike before having to stop to make sure Freddie was not attempting some form of cat suicide. He was banging and pushing on the walls of his pet taxi so hard, he made his little nose bleed. The stop calmed him, I wiped off his nose, and we set off again. From Elm Hill/Briley to 440, he got so wound up, he HAIRBALL HOUDINI-ed his way out of the carrier. Have you ever been driving 60mph and had a cat come over the top of your seat from behind? It's terrifying - for all parties involved. Especially when you're not sure which one of you is doing the screaming. I managed to grab him with one hand and we made it to the 21st Ave/Hillsboro exit with our hearts still intact. I pulled over and wrapped his furry butt in a towel, papoose style. This kept the escape attempts to a minimum. I should mention that during this first 1/2 of the trip, and for the remainder, Sofia quit meowing. I assume she figured she had no real chance of being taken serious given Freddie's dramatic antics. Needless to say, we were all relieved when we pulled up to the vet office. The vet visit went better than anticipated. Let me explain: I was never truly worried about a negative health report. Its just that I bought this book called "Cat vs. Cat" to guide me in the kitty conflict resolution. Its great in helping you understand and recognize where aggression is coming from, but it makes you feel like a super shitty cat owner. Only a barren cat-lady housewife has the ability to cater to each cat's every need as directed in the book. And the book will kinda start to make you paranoid, because with ANY abnormal behavior, you're instructed to rush to the nearest emergency clinic before other problem solving methods can be used. And you better cash in that savings bond grandma gave you because god only knows what it could be. I half expected Erin to tell me Freddie's aggression was due to some rare form of feline Mike Tyson syndrome (by the way, Erin is well, she looks beautiful and is due in April). But he checked out fine. Sofia got a steroid shot to help with her skin (recovery from the over grooming issue previously mentioned in the facebook discussion). I secretly hope she's bench pressing the hand weights when I get home. And of course they both got all of their shots. All in all, it went really well. Yep. Well, I hope you enjoyed the 650-something words you had to read to get to that one sentence... I'm going to take a nap now.