my poor little man!

Today was totally traumatic for Thomas. It started with being rudely awakened (serves him right for all the times he's done it to me though), quickly fed, then being shoved in a small plastic box with a wire door. The carrier. Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn! He'd followed me all around yesterday straining (if you get my drift). Since he's always had this chronic cystitis, I thought I'd run him by the friendly vet. Once there and in the cage, he immediately set to growling. This is why he has a "Caution" sticker on his file and cagecard. The boy bites. I got the call right at noon that he was not blocked (thank God!), his bladder was very small and extremely sore, and he's gonna be on drugs for the next 3 weeks. Fine I can handle that. What freaked me out was his attitude, or "cattitiude," when I went to pick him up. He's never been extremely keen on going to the vet, but this was the worst ever. He wouldn't let me near him. He cowered in the back of his cage growling and hissing. It took me a good 15 minutes to calm his butt down and get him back in his carrier. On the way home, it got worse. He started drooling uncontrollably, shaking, and panting. Totally freaked me out. I was so worried something might happen before I got him home. Of course once I did, I got him inside, wiped all the foamy drool off of his mouth and nose, and he was fine. Ran to the food bowl as a matter of fact. I'm glad he's going to be okay. I do worry about that little satanic spawn.