On Wednesday, Momma rang the vets because I was a bit 'off' and just wasn't bouncing about being my usual happy self. I was to see Vet Hannah this time as my lovely Vet Katie was off poorly. As usual, there was a carpark consult and I was taken in for blood tests as Hannah agreed I was pale and that my ticker has a whoosh, which was there on the last checkup and is thought to be linked to the Atopica where my immune system is being lowered with it's use. At first, Vet Hannah rang Momma back to say they might have to snuff me with a bit of gas because I was so wriggly. Momma explained that if you talk silly to me, I AM silly and wriggle and go all like syrup in your hands. So Momma said to Vet Hannah she had to be firm and fair with me and say kinda sternly 'VIKTORI SIT!' - She tried it on the phone and I planted by butt down and presented my paw in a high five. The blood was taken in seconds and I was whisked off by the nurses and Momma could hear them say "Viktori Sit, High Five." and then lots of laughter as I demonstrated my tricks. I was officially named 'Patient of the Day' and everyone loved me. Of course they did, I am pretty special.
I was sent home with a boost of vitamins to perk me up and my blood work revealed that my white blood cells were high and so was my blood urea nitrogen (BUN) was off too. I always said I had the best BUN's in the house as Momma calls me sexy arse all the time! This means that somewhere in my body is inflammation, which is possibly in my bladder again as I tiddled on the carpet on Thursday. So on Saturday, Vet Hannah rang and put up some Metacam for me to take and already I am back up, racing about and enjoying ManSlaves Purrday today.
Enjoy your Sunday folks. ManSlave has a Tomahawk of beef for dinner. It is the lovely Simmental cows from Kenilworth Fields. Ooooh, more bones for us to chew later.
Bow down all ye folks and bringeth joy to our ManSlave on his day of birth. From your Queen Vee. =^..^=