Cause I want to live like animals, careless and free...

I find myself with a little bit of time on mny hands right now. Thomas our new foster kitten is somewhere under our bed. I would like him to go into the bathroom, which I have thoughtfully baited with tuna, so that I may catch him and put him in the cat carrier for his trip to the vet tomorrow. But I foolishly spooked him when he poked his head out the first time, so I imagine it might be awhile.I swear, when we get him back from the vet, I'm putting a bell collar on him, even if it's so big I have to wrap it around his stomach. He's come out twice now, and still not made it in. I'm very tired. Blagah.