Return from the vet
Well, I can honestly say that it went as smoothly as it normally goes. We got two into the carriers almost right away, and then spent 20 minutes chasing Stan around the apartment until finally we had her cornered. She can be very slippery when she wants to. The car ride was like riding on the outside of a screaming ambulance, but that was expected. Steve got a giggle when I started yelling at them, which of course only makes them louder. The vet said that for an old lady, Oopsa's in very good health, and was extremely pleased to see that she was still completely insane and cranky with him. She hissed and growled at everyone, even the cute little girl in the waiting room. The other two were less combative. Woody was his usual charming self and Stan when we managed to catch her and get her on the table, put up surprisingly little resistance. The vet scraped some plaque off their teeth, we really have to start brushing their teeth a bit. It was really gross, the sound was awful! All three of them also went into panic shed, so we were covered in hair by the time the exam was finished. Woody and Stan apparently have very tiny heart murmurs, but not big enough to worry about. They really got the bad end of the gene pool, heart murmurs, plaque, Woody is a touch asthmatic and they both have tummy waddles. We took them home, and suddenly they were back to normal and happy and had forgotten all about the ordeal 30 minutes later.
Today I am buried in work and hoping that I don't have to come in on the weekend.