February 8th 2012 5:19 am
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Mommy had to take me to see Mr. Vet Man yesterday afternoon. I have been throwing up my food lately and Mommy was getting worried. On exam Mr. Vet Man says I am in great health and I weight a whopping 8.1 pounds. Hard to believe I can take on Spitz during our wrestling matches as he is almost 20 pounds. I may be little, but I am mighty. The vet man suspects I may have IBS. I got a cortisone shot. If I do not throw up for 3 weeks then Mr. Vet man says that means IBS is my problem and that this would also explain my need to chew on everything. All of us cats were chewers as kittens but I am the only one that has not grown out of it. I chew on cords (Sorry about the surround system wires Daddy) and the berber carpet (sorry about the hole I put in the carpet by the stairs Mommy) basically anything I can get my mouth on. Mommy thought maybe I was having problems with my teefies but Mr. Vet Man says that cats with IBS tend to chew on things as we are trying to fill our bellies. If I do have IBS things around here will have to change because I will be on a special diet. No more free feeding. This news will kill Sweetie & Spitz.
Mommy says I am the bestest cat to take to the vets. My brother is the worse! He screams, marks his crate & causes a ruckus at Mr. Vet Man’s office. Sweetie & Klemy are loud meowers, so loud Mommy can barely think with all the noise they make. Me? I squeak quietly in my crate on the car ride and then sit calmly in Mommy’s lap at Mr. Vet Man’s office. I am the purrfect patient.