Last week Pip and I had to go to the v-e-t. She all ready told you a little about her appointment. But she left out the part about the terrible car ride, the loud kids in the v-e-t office, the other crying woofies and kitties there, not to mention the whole ordeal of being poked and prodded!
Our mom doesn't care for our local doctor but she found a good holistic practice in another town...50
squillion miles away! Have I mentioned I don't like car rides? I sing, though, to pass the time. My favorite is "99 bottles of niptinis on the wall". At first I was singing solo but Pip joined in too. Then we kind of complained back in forth about the whole situation.
It was time for my regular check up plus I needed my bloods checked on account of my kidneys aren't too good. I got to take the Senior Wellness Exam too! I'm eight years old now! That makes me a senior! It seems hard to believe. I sure don't feel like one.
I get really skeered at the v-e-t. I try to hide under the bed in my ptu, hoping mom won't find me. It never works. She kept pulling me out for one thing or another and putting me back in. I just wanted to be left alone!
Well, efurrything was good with my blood too. My kidney numbers hadn't changed from last year, so that was good. My BUN is a little high but not bad. The Doc said it could stay like that furrever and I'd be good. I even gained a little weight.
But I still have my girlish-cat figure.
I was really quiet on the ride home. I didn't feel much like singing. Pip talked a little bit. She didn't feel like singing either! I guess we're safe for another year.