Annual vet-checks are bad news.
Meowmy came home early yesterday and out came the PTUs. She scooped me and Chase up and carted us out to the metal machine. Chase cried like a baby the whole drive over there while I threw in a few good pitiful meezes for effect.
Of course I was the first to get tortured. I was weighed- 8.8 lbs, temperature taken, and then Dr. Ian came in to check on my health. Well, he scooped me up and placed hundreds of kisses on my cute tiny head while he cradled me like a baby. I think that man is a bit crazy, you know what I mean? I mean, he tortures cats for a living and wants you to like him?
Then he opened my mouth which ticked me off because I don't like my mouth opened so I ground my teeth in protest. Then he said he found something he didn't like. He said he though he saw my teeth chatter in response to him touching my one tooth. He said this could be FORLs (kind of like a cat cavity) but when he went to show Meowmy I fought really hard so he couldn't show her anything and then decided that perhaps I wasn't chattering- just being annoyed at the exam. So for now I just have to keep on my pulse antibiotics every month with Kaze. If it gets worse I'll have to have the tooth out but we aren't there yet. The good news: NO shots and NO bloods stolen!
Now for Chase's exam. He immediately got the FAT word thrown at him. Meowmy did stick up for him but then the VET showed her his chart and he's gained 1.5 lbs in the past 4 years and is up to 13.8 lbs. So because he's FAT we are all on a diet. Not fair!!! Meowmy has to cut all of our food back so Chase looses weight. I don't really blame her though- the first thing he did when he got home was go to the food bowl. Meowmy pushed him aside and he went back. 5 times this happend. Chase apparently is an emotional eater. He had to have a rabies shot and blood stolen for a titer and a blood test because of his age. He must be getting soft in his old age because he didn't poop on the vet techs stealing his blood.