The fat cat goes to the V - E - T this morning. Shhh. Don't tell him, or he'll go crawl under a bed and then I'll never get him out.
Yeah, that happened once, and we had to cancel the appointment. You try hauling 19-1/2 pounds of furry, clawed "I ain't a-goin' and that's final" out from under a bed sometime.
He led us a bit of a chase, but we had the bedroom doors closed and his heart wasn't really in it. We had a good checkup and he's back home and back to his usual ornery self.