April 3rd 2012 8:37 pm
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I've been to our vet so many times now. I consider it a success if I get to go back home on the same day that I went. It's an even larger success if I get to come home with everything that I went there with! ~ In that sense, our annual vet visit was a sound success.
My heart murmur is no better ~ but more importantly it is no worse ! (My vet uses a 5 point scale to grade murmurs and mine is a 3/5) I gained a pound. (and now we are all going to have to eat the "moderate calorie" version of my urinary food.)
I think that I must know everyone who works in the tortury. They certainly seem to all remember and love me. I get to hear about how cute and spunky I am. At one point Papa had Gabby and I both out of our carriers. Gabby was huddling with her nose buried in Nuk's side. (As if, he could comfort or protect her.) I sat myself on the floor in front of my carrier and proceeded to try to open the door with my super-cat powered front paws. No luck. That carrier door wouldn't open again, no matter how I tried.
I wouldn't sit still on the scale (so I really think my *weight* ought to be taken with an asterisk. It might not be correctly reported.) When the thermometer made my intimate acquaintance, I kept lifting my remaining back leg off of the table and "pawstanding" to try to dislodge the uninvited intruder. (Finally it beeped, signifying its desire to be removed from me.)
I had some blood and some pee stolen from me. (Those two don't count towards my "leaving without things removed from me") Something called a "senior blood panel" is being done to my blood.
I expect though there won't be any surprises in those results. I've always had well functioning organ systems... excepting my heart.
My breathing is clear, there's no extra fluid building up.
and of course everyone could only love you (well, the certain one does not count. just like certain samples´don't count).
you. are. SWEETeSt! show them - and ignore the "senior" thing!
No worse is sometimes pretty good news in and of itself! I hopes you continue to not get worse (and hopefully even gets better!)
Did you Smacky paw them, Sweets? They need to get really familar with the Smacky Paw there.
Glad to hear your heart murmur hasn't gotten any worse and that you returned home with all three legs! You never can tell when someone at those evil clinics is going to decide that they must have one more cute cat paw. I'm still looking for my old one on Ebay. I'll let you know if I ever see yours.
Just picturing the "dislodging" move makes me MMAO!
if they iz gonna start callin yur blood panel "senior" then ewe better be gettin sum social seCATity N mediCATS benny fits cheks in de mail....
yea...N let em noe ewe want aarp discountz two....