Clover bit me harder than usual just now, while I was trying to take him to the bathroom for a bath. I think it was because he’s mad at me for taking him into some sterile place (the vet’s) where he was being grabbed and squeezed by a giant bad person (the vet tech), and being prodded and “violated”) by another giant bad person (the vet). He even got his beautiful wings clipped. *huff*

Ok, he was there for his annual exam. And in addition, he now has a fine shiny metal thing on his leg (leg band).

I’m sorry, little guy.