We have two cats at home. Gavin, who turned 13 back in May, is a seal point Himalayan, and Smidge, who is 11 and Gavin's half-sister, is a Himalayan blue lynx point. We love them both.
Smidge has had medical issues all of her life, including a botched Cesarean that nearly did her in. One constant is a skin condition that requires her to get regular injections at the vets. She tolerates the visits to the vet pretty well.
A few years back when I brought her back from the vet, I left the cat carrier on the living room floor by the front door, with the door unlocked. For whatever reason, Smidge decided she wanted to live in the carrier for a few days — maybe the cool plastic felt good against her itchy skin, or maybe she just likes being in a cozy spot. In a few days, once the medicine has made her feel better, she comes out and resumes her normal routine. Since that first time, we always leave the carrier open for her to use for a few days after a shot.
She got a shot last week, and I left the box on the end table in Justin's room like always. And, like always, she hung in there for a few days. Today, though, we got a surprise.
I'm working from home today (don't ask), and when I went to get a glass of water Justin waved me into his room, telling me to look in the carrier. Smidge was sitting on Justin's table (like usual), so I wasn't sure what to expect.
I peered in — and saw Gavin laying in there, all cuddled up, with his face towards the open door. It was very cute. He's never done this before. I thought he hated the cat carrier.
By the time I got my camera together he'd woken up and moved onto Justin's bed, but it was still a cool sight to see.
| Smidge | Gavin |



