Back from the vet

I picked up Oscar from the vet this afternoon.

For a side story, I took a bus to get to the animal hospital, and the bus driver had no idea whatsoever where he was supposed to go and asked me for directions. It was terrifying.

According to the technician, Oscar ate very well this morning and showed no bad signs. When he got back, he ran around the apartment like he wasn't gone at all in the first place; drank some water, scratched on the scratching posts, and played around with Perl. It was good that his paws didn't seem to bother him much. He also didn't hate me! He just seemed extremely happy that he is out of the horrible place; even though the people there were very, very nice. I definitely chose a good one. When I gave him his food, he finished it in one sitting with great appetite. Seeing him all well and happy made me smile :)