Gather round, my furriends, and hear my tail of woe:
On Tuesday I was unceremoniously whisked off to the Stabby Place. It was time for my arthritis shot (we switched to Medicam drops) and Mom had them steal my bloods. They took it from my neck this time! How uncivilized is that, I ask you?
The bloodwork results were good. One kidney is slightly enlarged and since my visit for heat stroke two months ago, my heart now murmurs. Purrsonally, I don't hear it say anything so I think maybe they are wrong about that, but I just started a half pill every day for it.
And the crowning indignity - they rolled me on my side to trim my back claws. I can handle my own pointy ends just fine, thank you very much!
My poor beautiful orange boy. If there is a problem, it's always him.