I was in a good mood for pity sake and I played, I loved my brushies, I slept in the bed so what'cher prob, Lady?
Anyway, I finally got my temp taken (I prefer to put that in the back of my mind) my undercarriage prodded, my little heart and lungs spied upon. Nothing. So then, the baseline blood test! They stole my BLOODS! And they took their durned time doing it too! Mom had to hear me screaming for at least (no kidding) 8 minutes. She asked what on earth was wrong and they said my veins were so small that had to use both of my beautiful legs! I know mom said maybe it was dehydration!!! That makes veins hard to find. And I was telling them off in the best possible language I possessed that I hated HATED being held down, scruffed and treated like that! The end results were told to mom via a call later in the afternoon. My bloods are fine too. I got my claws shorn as well! Good GRIEF!
A friend told mom I may be bored with my foods so she went and got the aromatic Royal Canin and sure enough I scarfed it down. She said she was about to clean my box so we'll see if it brought any results! It did. Two poopies and a nice clump or two. Boycats, do NOT read this. None of your business.
I bet that was THE last time I will ever go into my PTU without a fight as I always have done till yesterday's outrage.
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