Poor Morty, the date has been set for the removal of his hoohaws and I feel like I should be planning a Bar Mitzvah or maybe a Bris. Morty now weighs a whooping 4 lbs 8 oz and received the last of his kitten shots this morning. The poor little guy was sound asleep in his favorite chair when I came flying through the door like my pants were on fire...running late, as usual. I grabbed the carrier out of the closet, threw in a baby blanket, scooped Morty up in the other hand and zipped him in the carrier. I don't think he really woke up until he was on the examination table with some stranger poking at his "nether regions". I guess the moral to this story is if you are sleeping in your favorite chair and I come flying in the front door...grab your hoohaws and run in the other direction.