OK, let the battle begin...taking the cat to the vet. It is a battle for 2. She freaks out about the crate (usually takes up to 45 mins to get her in there! She fainted once) and I freak out about battling the city (only a 3 block walk). PLUS I just got my period an hour ago....some may call this the perfect emotional storm.  Just hope a migrain doesn't hit.  My Dad just called to wish me luck...Luna has been with me for almost 13 years - through cancer and many high and lows - she is the constint.  My Dad never regards the cat as being that important...so of course...that just made me cry....again - the perfect emotional storm. Ok, here I go....any minute now...ok, really....shit....ok...ready? NOW.