Slowly, slowly into the parking lot (please don't let me hit the vet's car) creep into a space, shut motor off. Kate caterwauls a few times and falls silent. Cass flips off his seat belt and eagerly volunteers to take the cat in. He jumps out of the car and neatly slides under the (parked and car off, remember) wheels, the ground is a solid sheet of ice. Reach down and haul him out from under the car, grab cat in box, drag son, hoist cat. Do best Quasimodo impression into the vet's office.
Oh! Hi, Jess. How's the mister? And what's wrong with Kate today?
Hmm, those roads must be wicked.
P.S. The old kitty has been having pooper problems. Not thyroid, not diabetes. Sent for the long drive home with steroids (because they want.to pump. clap her up!) and if she continues
Preferably on a better driving day.