What's This About the Vet?
I was all relaxed and sleeping when I first got wind of it . . .
Bathsheba read about Skeezix's trip to the vet and then told me that I was next! She had heard Mom make an appointment for me on Saturday morning! And they are going to draw blood. It's all because of my dumb hyperthyroidism and the pills I have to take. The doctors say they have to check my blood to make sure I'm getting just the right amount of medicine.
I've tried to convince Mom that I'm all better. Really. The furry spots on my tummy are all growing back:
Yes, I know that I licked all my fur off my tummy before anyone knew I had an illness, but I was just trying to make myself super clean. I've mellowed out again--and I don't need the anxiety this impending vet visit is causing me. I might just start licking myself out of sheer worry.
Nevertheless, wish me well tomorrow because Mom says that I have no say in the matter; I'm going to the doctor. Sigh.