Well. I had to go to the V-E-T this morning. I'm home now. I'm going to take a nap, but I wanted to let everybody know I was okay.
Boy I was mad! First, I fought Mom like crazy when she tried to put me in the carrier. Then I YELLED AT HER all the way to the vet.
When we got there and we were sittin' in the lobby waitin', I met another kitty named Sissy. She was mad, too. There was also a Meezer kitty that apparently lives at the vet. Can you imagine? Living there? Wouldn't that be strange.
So next they took me back to the little room and weighed me. 15.5 pounds. Perfect.
Then they took my temperature and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. I was displeased to say the least. I had a little bit of a fever, too. Then they looked in my mouth. I have an ulcer on my tongue. I knew that all along, but you know how beans are. The VET lady said that it could come from licking some sort of chemical (like cleaning solution or something) or maybe I bit my tongue real good and it just got worse. I know which it is, but I'm not telling. Mom has been searching the house for chemicals that I could have found.
Anyway, they also TOOK MY BLOOD AWAY (don't I need that?) to make sure the ulcer wasn't caused by some sort of kidney or liver problem. Nope! I'm all good in that department. So I got some antibiotics and they let me go home. I have to take the medicines for a week and go back.
Dobby was makin' fun of me that I have to go back, but what he doesn't know is he has to go with me. It's gettin' to be that time for you know what, but he doesn't know what! Ha! Say bye bye to those man-parts, kid.
I'm off to nap and stuff. Talk to y'all later. Here's a picture showin' how mad I was to be in my carrier. I tried to climb as far into the corner as I could.
Updated to say: THIS IS MY 100th POST! YAY!!!