A you may or may not know, my incessant YAWPING is down to Kitty Colitis. Momma tries so hard to make me eat properly, but you know me - all or nothing! So it was my time to visit Katy today!
In reception I met 5 people who all thought I was wonderful (of-course) as I sat proudly 'on' my carrier, complete with studded collar. There comes a time when you have to work your public and this is the only shot I get at it!
Katy calls me in, we are on first name terms 'Slinky' she calls and waits for me to be presented on her freshly washed table. Momma lays out the fleece rug and I lounge, awaiting appraisal. It's all "Oooh Slinky I love your face". I smile up at Katy and give her a rumble of affection - but what's this, she is out with the stethoscope to hear my heart beat, so my rumble turns into a lour purr so that she is unable to hear my dicky ticker. It's only a slight whooshy noise, but you can't be too careful about your love muscle can you!
She looks in my ears, in my eyes (I see her swoon), checks my teeth and smells my breath (thank heavens I flossed!) She then checks out my tush and I warn her "THAT IS PRIVATE!" She smiles at me, has a feel of my tummy, turns me about and I swear she is going to kiss me, so I pucker up and go to meet her and it gives her a little surprise and she pulls back. There is always next time. She gets out her big book of pills, weighs me, I am thinner because I have been bad and Momma careless and she prescribes me some steroids to help wake my 'villi' up again. They do know that Steroids are going to make me hungrier don't they? I strut to my cat carrier and climb in, it wasn't bad at all, quite a good experience really. I thought I would send the Vets a Tweet to say thanks for a love from Katy!
Well tonight I think I feel a little better, my skin is not so dehydrated and I have made less splat, more plait in the tray this evening - I know, it's too much info, but it's also quite a revelation and long may it continue!