Monday, October 08, 2007
As I Suspected
Welp. Rani just got home from her very first vet appointment and apparently she gets to stay. She’s clean, has no feline leukemia or parasites and is quite healthy for being a stray. She’s also between 8 1/2 months to a year old. I guessed pretty well. I figured she was about 9-10 months old. Damn I’m good. Also, the vet said that she probably won’t get much bigger than what she is now, length and height wise. She’ll put on a few pounds of muscle and bone mass but that’s about it. I’ve never had a mini kitteh before.
Currently she’s sulking in the bedroom at the indignities she suffered; she does not like to be scruffed in the least bit plus there were certain samples involuntarily given along with other various pokes and prods.
It’s her own damn fault for galloping over to me that morning not so long ago. It’s her own damn fault for talking to me, especially while she was eating. It’s her own damn fault for purring and rubbing against my leg and for reappearing each and every day.
She thinks this week was bad, just she wait until next week when she gets spayed and vaccinated.
And Serenity can just go ahead and wipe that little grin off her face because her check up and vaccinations are coming soon, too.
Know what it’s like to live in a house with two pissed off kittehs? If they don’t destroy me before they get through the rest of the dried food, they are in for a big, joyful surprise. The vet said that contrary to popular belief, dried cat food doesn’t do much at all for keeping teeth clean and plaque free and it’s high in carbs. Since both of them love canned cat food and since Serenity needs to shed a pound or two and since storing canned food is much easier than a big, bulky bag, this is going to be fabulous.
And maybe, just maybe, they’ll forgive me and not kill me in my sleep.
