May 29th 2010 5:19 pm
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I went in for my semiannual checkup, which usually ends up with me flopped on my back on the exam table, asking for tummy rubs. Well, it still ended up that way, and the vet again exclaimed at my extreme laid-backiness (my heart rate was 130, as opposed to the 180 she usually sees).
She had to stab me three times to get enough blood for testing, though. I don't do anything very fast, including bleed.
But when she peered into my eyes, she said I had a cataract in the right one. A little cataract. (And all this time I thought I was a pretty big cat act.) She's going to watch it. Maybe it won't grow, maybe it will.
Dad had a cataract removed. It seems cats can have this done, too. But Dad says maybe it's not a big deal for me because I don't see color anyway, and I don't drive at night.
Only because he won't give me the keys.
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How pawsome that you are so calm at the vet! Sending loves to you!