MRI: Ummm, no freakin' way. I know I am extremely claustrophobic. Ridiculously so. The radiologist made it as far as pulling that metal head cage thing (have no idea what it's called) down over my head before I bolted. I didn't even make it into the tube. I mean, I got really upset. I could tell she was irritated with me. She tried bringing Corey into the room with me, putting a rag over my eyes and headphones with music over my ears. The whole way home, I kept imagining that tube and my heart would speed up. Now I have to reschedule, in a partially open one (thank heavens), with medicine to help me relax (thank heavens). A waste of time for everyone involved, and I feel bad about that. But jeez, it freaked me out.
On a brighter note, this is Greta. She was abandoned, so we rescued her. She's the sweetest, most affectionate kitten ever. I particularly love her checkerboard face. If you look closesly at the first two pictures, you can see it.