"Augh," she says. "Sandpaper tongue! Sandpaper which is also toilet paper, if I recall correctly!"

"You have such a way with words. You're going to have to get used to the ways of feline affection, you know."

"I'm going to have to get used to washing my hands a lot," she grumbles.

The cat stays at the door of the cat carrier for a few more seconds, in case the fingers come in range again, and then curls up comfortably once more. 

She sighs.

"It's not your fault," she says to the cat carrier. "Well, I mean, a lot of this is your fault, technically speaking. But it's not your fault that you're a cat. I can get used to washing my hands a lot."

The cat has no response to any of this, and simply goes back to napping. 

Daisy drums her fingers on the steering wheel.

"You know, I don't want to promise anything, but if you really don't want a cat..."

"Put to rest any plans you have that involve keeping a lid on this little delinquent against its will. Did I tell you it broke into my house once while I was out getting groceries? Weirdly polite about it, though."

"Please, for my sake, stop calling your cat 'it'."

"Well I'm not going to find out what else to call it without an inspection I decline to perform, so we'll just have to wait for the medical professionals on that one."

"Anyway, do you really have that much faith in kitty's escape artist powers?"

"See, even you are reduced to neopronouns. And yes, absolutely."

The kitty in question yawns, stretches, and starts meticulously cleaning a paw.

"That wasn't a neopronoun! It was just a regular noun!"

"I'm not sure that's true, but I don't know enough about grammar to dispute it."

"Ha, I win." She's pulling into a parking lot. "Okay, we're here."

When the car stops, the cat perks up, doing its best to look at the window, but it's not particularly well oriented to do so. It can see a parking lot and some trees, but that's all for now, and will probably see more once April takes it out of the car. 

Hup.

"You're heavy," she grumbles.

From what the cat can see outside the holes in the cat carrier as it's carried along, they're in a parking lot at a place with a lot of various shopping buildings scattered around, conjoined together or standing alone, with the one big parking lot serving them all. There's a smaller brick building that April is carrying the cat towards, with large signs on the top. The veterinarian that April is going towards is located between an acupuncture place and a nail salon. There's a short stairwell leading up to the door, and a longer wheelchair ramp next to it, with a dark-green painted metal railing running up the sides. 

She huffs her way up the steps in Daisy's wake.

The door opens onto a small waiting room, much like one in a doctor's office, though doctor's offices don't have pets in the waiting rooms. The room is painted a pale and unoffending blue, and the chairs along the outside of the room are padded but clearly inexpensive. There are two people sitting in them, one with a dog with a head nestled between her legs, and a man with a cat carrier of his own. One wall has a door in it to one side, and next to it is a curved wooden desk built into the corner of the office. The receptionist looks up from her computer as they enter. 

"Welcome to the Second Street Veterinary Clinic," she says. "Do you-- oh, Daisy! Dr. Kelly told me you'd be coming here with someone new, and they'd have a new friend! Can I see? If you don't mind," she adds, hurriedly.  

"Sure." She hoists the carrier awkwardly into view.

The cat presses its face against the bars gently, so the receptionist can get a better look. 

"Well, look how pretty they are!" the receptionist says. "A little bedraggled, perhaps, but that's understandable, if they're a stray, but they're such a well behaved one, look at that? Aren't you, pretty!" She grins and stares with obvious joy at the cat in the carrier. Then, she turns back to April and Daisy, still smiling. "I have some paperwork for you to fill out, and I'm sure Daisy can help you with any of the parts you're not sure about. The doctor will be to see new friend as soon as she's available, and you can fill out the rest of this while she does." She pulls out a clipboard and a few pieces of paper, putting them into place with practiced precision as she speaks, before handing it over to April. "Let me know when you're done, thanks!" 

"Hoo boy."

She finds somewhere to sit where she can set down the carrier, leaving Daisy to pick up the paperwork and follow.