"You weren't kidding when you said he was vocal." Oy. "Hercules" is now a name that will live in infamy at the Westside Animal Hospital.

In his defense, I did have to shove him into the carrier, which made him very angry ... angry enough to pee ... which meant he spent the five minutes it took to get him across the street to the vet sitting in a nasty puddle. I'd hiss and growl, too, I s'pose ... and apparently general anesthesia only shut him briefly. All this for just a teeth cleaning!

But now he's home, staggering around, walking it off. It was pretty funny when he fell into his water dish; and I had to rescue him when he tried to climb up into the loft and just couldn't make it, and was still too stoned to ask for help.