Our Vettie Visit 2021

by Etude, aka Velcro, the cuddlebug

Good morning, everyone.  Well, here we are at another Monday and what is there to talk about other than a visit to our favourite Dr. Whitecoat?  Well, not much but you must hear this...

Grammy decided since we are reaching 10 years of age it was time to do a Senior blood panel.   We are at the top end of Mature.  The nerve!  Senior.  We are still young whippersnappers, not old fogeys like Grammy.   Dr. Whitecoat agreed and we had no say in the matter.  Again I say, the nerve!

Rondo was taken first to trim his claws.  The techies did what they could but just as Grammy feared a couple of his claws had pierced his toe-pads.  Those had to be left for the doctor to take care of and she did a great job.   Just to be sure an antibiotic injection was given to ensure no infection takes hold.   Grammy was advised to trim him or bring him back within 3 to 4 months.    Little does she realize what a terror he is with Grammy.   She stands a chance of losing her arm, fingers or nose.  But with the 'cat whisperer' the little brat just sits quietly and allows her to do her thing.

In addition, Mr Long-legs lost a pound.  One whole pound and now sits at 14 lbs.  According to the vettie 13 lbs is an ideal weight for boys of our build.  I beg to differ but then, who listens to me!  Certainly not Grammy, nor the vettie.

Now to me and my issues.  Grammy advised that I had an inflamed gum around the upper back tooth on the left.  Turns out the upper back right tooth is in the same condition.  With a special tool Dr. Whitecoat popped off the calcification around the two teeth, staunched the blood and said all the other teeth were in great shape.  Of course they are. 

As to the chewing my fur off the belly and legs... They are growing in again and Dr. Whitecoat thinks it was because my teeth and gums were sore combined with the Grammy issue last August.   So, Grammy has meds for when I am anxious.  Otherwise, I'm perfect!  As if I didn't know that already.

Oh, and guess what!!!   I was a good boy this year.  I've lost two pounds bringing me down to 16 lbs from November 2019... so in 16 months.  Not bad.   But is Dr Whitecoat happy?  Yes and no.  Happy I'm down some but another three to go. Sheesh!!!  How is this fair when Mousie is allowed all the food she can eat and Sweetie gets Turkey or Chicken and Giblets in Gravy while we are on a diet menu?

So, back to the blood panel.  We got great results in all areas.  Liver, heart, kidneys and all other organs are in 100% condition. See, I told you I was perfect! Yes, yes, Rondo is too, I guess.  Grammy said she was sure the old bladder and bowels were too!  She said the proof was in the pudding!  Or was that the litter box?   

Pudding!  Yum!!!  Oh, Grammyyyyy!  We boys are hungry!  Rondo wants yoghurt and I'll have a nice big bowl of Sweetie's Turkey and Giblets in Gravy, please.

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