Felix here, with sparkly clean teefs.
Don't let anybody tell you differently, I was a tiger at the Ebil Vet's Office. I fought and clawed and screamed...pay NO attention to the lovely Dr. Bennett who said I was "doll" and whom I head-butted and loved on and purred so hard she could barely listen to my heart.
(I might be a little in lurve with her...)
In fact, let me tell you about my experience in purrson:
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For the Humans out there who don't speak Cattese, here's the translation:
Mommy, they STARVED me overnight!
Mommy, they shaved my LEG!
There were DOGS!
Mommy, they stole my BLUDS!
I took a nice nap, Mommy.
Mommy, I woke up and I was STILL THERE!!
Wow. My fangs feel nice and clean.
Hmmmm, my claws are blunted; probably because I fought so valiantly!
Mommy, ARE WE THERE YET???HURRY!!!!!
Mommy: Felix was a trooper, he did fine with the anesthesia! He was all perky when I picked him up at 3 PM. He still has all his teeth and didn't come home with any antibiotics--Dr. Bennett said his teeth and gums were in great condition and there was minimal bleeding, so no need to stress him unnecessarily. (I can pill a cat like nobody's business but Felix is a handful, so a big sigh of relief there.) He's eight years old, so I had them do a Senior blood panel and he's in tip-top shape, all his numbers were fine. No vaccines, the vet's office respects my position on them and know we have a closed colony. As soon as we got home Daddy whisked Felix indoors where he promptly ate, used the box, shed all over, (anxiety shedding--holy cow what a lot of fur!) and stomped off for a nap. Right now he's on Scott's desk, pestering.
Life is Good.
Thank you all for the purrs and prayers.
XX Felix and Mommy XX