Better known by his nom de plume 'Little Ginge', our cat Gingernut had a routine injection and check up at the vets today. He is so clever. Julie got his cat basket into the lounge last night and he stood looking at it as if to say "and you want me to go in here? When?" The witching hour arrived this morning and he was nowhere to be seen, but eventually we caught him and popped him in the basket. From there on in until he came home there was regular, and pitiful sounding, meow. Just the one refrain, spaced out every ten seconds. In the vets we had to wait a while and so popped him onto the cats-are-less-stressed-if-higher-up waiting structure. He settled but still at ten second intervals emitted a meow. Eventually, twenty five minutes late we were ushered into the vets room. Could we get him out the basket? It was almost vertical before he slid out with a plaintive meow. Anyway for a fourteen year old (we think) he was given a good bill of health - 4.56 kg, same weight as last year, good body condition. Very slight heart murmur which he's had for a while and apart from a little bit of an inflamed gum the vet said he's in very good condition. I could tell that anyway he's a fit as a lop and rules the neighbourhood with a claw of iron. Injection and worming over, Ginge knew it was time to go home and beetled back into his basket, exactly as he does every-time he is at the vets, as if to say "right that's over, come on, time to go home". Five minutes later we were home and he wandered about the house as if nothing had happened. He's such a character and very bright too. I'm glad he decided to adopt us back in March 2020, they've been wonderful years, many more to come we hope.
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