Wake Me When It's Over

I'm not looking forward to flying to San Francisco Thursday morning with Pinky in his tiny black kitty bag, and neither is he, so at the suggestion of the vet I've just come from the drugstore with a bottle of Baby Gravol and a syringe with which to shoot it down his little throat.

He was not impressed with the test run, but it seems to be working.

Then again, who can tell with cats? They sleep all day, anyway.