It’s been an anxious wait for Kaz and Sooz – but not for me because I knew there was absolutely nothing wrong with me no matter what Caroline the vet would have them believe – how could they even think about listening to someone who doesn’t even pretend to warm up the stethoscope before they hold it on to a cat’s tummy?
So, the results of my blood tests are back – and they’re all perfectly normal … yes of course I would prefer “exceptional” but I’ll take it; except the cardiac enzyme one – I’m on the higher side of normal for that one.
So, really the vet is none the wiser. And what’s next? An ultrasound or “wait and see”? Which did they choose do you think? Because they didn’t even ask me what I want – and it is actually all about me this time. They chose … wait for it … yes, “wait and see”. I didn’t realise it before but they do have experience with this type of thing – Homer (of the box on the sideboard) had a heart murmur – and no, that isn’t what used up the last of his lives – that would be the leukemia. So I guess it’s okay they’ve decided to spend the $1000 for the ultrasound on toys for me instead … but only if they listen to me if I ever tell them down the track that I’ve got a dickey heart. Hmmm. There may be some mileage to be made out of this. I’ll think about it.
In the meantime, I am trying to keep my shaved neck patch warm as best I can. Just my luck that the temperatures have been right down at the moment. I have been hanging out in the cat tower hidey-hole, or under Tibet (with stringey-thing), or on the couch (next to my caravan which, and I don’t know why she did – Kaz has popped up there as well).
Kaz, why is this still in here? That would be my cat cage. She could have put it back where it belongs in the garage so I don’t have to look at it and be reminded of the vet … or Aunty Rosemary’s!
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