Going to the vet

So, something pretty wild happened yesterday : I had to take my furry sidekick, Aria, to the vet.

you know, it all started with his sudden love for hiding under the bed and refusing to come out. I swear, cats and their mystery games! After a day of detective work (and some cat treats as bait), I finally coaxed him out and noticed he was limping. Cue the panic mode! off to the vet we went, and let me tell you, Aria was NOT a fan of the car ride. Meow-sterical drama all the way. But once we got there, he turned into Mr. Chill – acting all casual like he wasn’t just meowing up a storm five minutes ago.

The vet, Dr. Jones, was super cool though. She checked him out, did some ninja moves to get his temperature (which Aria wasn’t thrilled about), and confirmed he just had a minor sprain. Phew! No serious cat-astrophes.