He cried all the way to the vets office, which I totally expected. He was shaking in the carrier. I could tell he was not a happy kitty. When we got to the vets office, he would not come out of the carrier. He had to be spilled out of the carrier.
He was weighed and lost weight. After the vet tech left, he tried to hide behind my purse. Once the doctor came in, that was not a safe place. She examined him and found nothing wrong. She did mention that she wanted him to have about 250 calories a day and to look on the packages for the caloric information, which I could not find. I think he does fine with his food now.
I have one healthy kitty cat. I expect to be woken up at 3:30 to exact revenge on me for his traumatic day. Cats are like that.