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Took Kirby to the vet for a check-up. He's a little over 10 years old now, but probably aged a few months at the clinic today.
Vet confirmed he has a minor heart murmur, which may or may not lead to heart disease or congestive heart failure later on. I'm trying not to flip out about that. As long as he's active and playful there's nothing to fret about, but the vet did utter the number "5" as in "5 more years" a few times. That's only 1 year more than George Bush's presidency, and no one wants to be compared to that. Except as in "better than the current Bush presidency", or "hell's bells we didn't know how good we had it with the father".
But I digress.
His ears were a bit dirty, with some swelling from vigorous scratching, so they did a thorough cleaning and antibiotics were applied. Poor Kirby and his harassed little ears.
His strength, non-biting of vet tech hands, handsomeness and undoubted ability to survive in the wild were praised. He had blood drawn from his jugular and he took it like a soldier. He's already got the flattop, after all. (You see, the top of his skull is slightly flatter than those of other cats. Hence the USMC comparison.)
Now I'm going to find some lunch. Kirby is hiding, no doubt plotting a vomit-oriented revenge.
For my edification, Kirby was born 10.97, I adopted him 4.18.04, and as of today he is 9lbs 13oz. Also, i gave him a little plain lowfat organic kefir, he didn't much like it. The vet suggested a 1:5 ratio of distilled white vinegar solution in his ears once a week. Damn.
Vet confirmed he has a minor heart murmur, which may or may not lead to heart disease or congestive heart failure later on. I'm trying not to flip out about that. As long as he's active and playful there's nothing to fret about, but the vet did utter the number "5" as in "5 more years" a few times. That's only 1 year more than George Bush's presidency, and no one wants to be compared to that. Except as in "better than the current Bush presidency", or "hell's bells we didn't know how good we had it with the father".
But I digress.
His ears were a bit dirty, with some swelling from vigorous scratching, so they did a thorough cleaning and antibiotics were applied. Poor Kirby and his harassed little ears.
His strength, non-biting of vet tech hands, handsomeness and undoubted ability to survive in the wild were praised. He had blood drawn from his jugular and he took it like a soldier. He's already got the flattop, after all. (You see, the top of his skull is slightly flatter than those of other cats. Hence the USMC comparison.)
Now I'm going to find some lunch. Kirby is hiding, no doubt plotting a vomit-oriented revenge.
For my edification, Kirby was born 10.97, I adopted him 4.18.04, and as of today he is 9lbs 13oz. Also, i gave him a little plain lowfat organic kefir, he didn't much like it. The vet suggested a 1:5 ratio of distilled white vinegar solution in his ears once a week. Damn.