I think Webster has forgiven me for taking him to the vet this morning -- though I don't presume so far as to accept it lightly when I take him again in three to four weeks.
He got poked prodded, listened to, looked at, and peered into.
He got injected one two three times.
He got a microchip implanted.
I am particularly pleased with the microchip, since he desperately wants to go outside, but his history of having been a stray urges caution.
He is now napping on the couch, a cute little bundle of sweetness.
I am sure when he goes outside, he will perceive himself as a fierce stalker of birds. I imagine the birds flying off in gales of laughter - orange & white are not exactly camouflage coloring.