kitten and the vet

When you buy something from one of the big box pet chains here in town, the credit card processor at the check out lane always asks if you want to give one dollar to help homeless animals. I no longer need to think about the question, after yesterday's visit to the vet to help our little (formerly) homeless animal. We had quite the (expensive) little adventure, which included getting weighed, having blood drawn (to verify he's not putting Mina in danger of disease), lots of pills and solutions, and treatment for fleas, ear mites, and three (count 'em) ticks embedded in various locations. Kitten did not enjoy the experience, but I expect when his ears stop itching from the creepy-crawlies he'll be happier. We then went to get kitten food, and I swear I think the people at the pet store recognized me, perhaps because this is my third visit since Thursday.