Bright and early this morning, mom, dad and myself jumped in the Toyota and headed to the vet. Well, dad jumped and I was in the carrier leaping too. I didn’t say anything as I don’t talk much when I’m scared and I was petrified. At the vets we usually have to wait but this time there was no waiting….bad sign, I thought.
The technician came in and weighed me….I had gained half a kilo or a little less than a pound. Mom was happy as I had lost 3 pounds when they weighed me the last time I was here. We had to wait a bit for Dr. Kalin. I was so curious about the smells and my surroundings.
Dr. Kalin came in and made a fuss over me and I was pretty much putty in her hands. She gave me the once over and said my claw had grown way too much and it was about to turn into my paw. Only one claw. A regular Howard Hughes I am…so mom says. My ears were quite dirty in spite of being cleaned out last week. This apparently is a sign of allergies. Dr. Kalin took care of my claw and my ears. The last thing she did was to take my temperature up the butt of course. Now, this I thought was a little rude but if this is her only fault….I’m laughing. Now on with the good stuff. She was amazed at my acceptance of the Fancy Feast and Siamese dry cat food. She even went so far as to say that mom could slowly phase out the hypoallergenic food. Whhhoooopeee! I always loved this vet. Wait til I tell Shoko.