Off to the Vet

I got a text at school the other day, from Chris, saying that the family cat, Annie, had been in (another) cat fight.  This time she was not putting weight on her paw, nor eating or drinking.  To make a long story short, I got to rush home after school, pick up an angry, injured cat, get Sam from daycare, and juggle a cat carrier, toddler, and gear into the vet.
My ride to and from the vet consisted of loud and meaningful "meows" from the cat carrier, to which from  Sam would exclaim, "kitty-cat!"  The vet is about 15 minutes away.  We ended up listening to the radio at a higher volume than usual.

All in all, the trip went well.  The cat got a bunch of shots and antibiotics and I managed to keep Sam from ferociously hugging and petting the suffering patient.  Sam was delighted at all the dogs in the waiting room, though Annie was not.  The only real issue was that in my haste I had left the diaper bag next to the door at home.  Luckily we didn't really need it.  I also had to fib a little to the vet, so that animal control was not called on the neighbor's cat (we "heard" the cat fight, but didn't witness which cat it was).  Annie even seemed calmer with Sam in the car.  I think I'd prefer the trip minus the toddler, but all in all, it could have been much more of an adventure.  Now we get to keep an outdoor cat inside for 45 days in the summer?