Vet trip!

I had to go to the vet with Lena. He was nice and let me stay in the bottom half of my carrier for the most part. I behaved myself and even purred a little. He said I was doing fine and I let him trim my claws. I didn't fuss at all even though I fight like a monster when Daddy tries it. It may be a regular thing; me going to the vet to get my claws trimmed. Wait, that's bad isn't it?

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