Chemo, round 3

Leo goes in for the last of his treatments for Round 3 of chemo.  This one is the one he doesn't like (and we don't like, either).  This one makes him ill.  But he'll soldier on, because he's fearless and completely trusts me. Bit, on the other hand, is convinced that I'm taking him to be skinned alive and the only thing to do is to fight for all he's worth.  Because Bit is a cat, and cats don't trust.

The joy I have tomorrow is that both of them are going in at the same time.  While financially crushing, this is easier (driving-wise) but tougher, logistically.  Leo would take himself if I told him.  Bit, however, will need to be taken, kicking and screaming (literally).  He'll be covered in poop.  He'll have to be bathed. Leo will feel funny, and will want to sleep.  Completely different things, completely different reactions.