For a split-second, I allowed myself to think that I could handle this motherhood thing pretty well - after all, I managed to maneuver a cat carrier and a car seat carrier with a sleeping infant into Rock Hill Animal Hospital before it closed at a moments notice. But, that thought of confidence only lasted an instant. And then the vet walked in the exam room, and McCord woke up. Hungry. And cranky. And he cried
Fortunately, our vet is good natured and very understanding. He also has a cynical sense of humor, because he chuckled when he told me Hank's cornea was lacerated and he'd need drops in his eye 4 TIMES A DAY. And did I mention that we just had a newborn?
When we got home, this is what I found - remnants of the graham cracker bag that I left on the kitchen counter in a hurry to make it to the vet. It was accompanied by little pieces of plastic all around the house.
Here's the guilty culprit.
The cat did it.