The Wondermouse -- she who is the boss of us all -- had a visit to her doctor yesterday for a rabies shot and her six monthly blood/urine panel. When you are about a million in cat years they check you every six months to be sure you are still functioning correctly.
Doctor Elliott called this afternoon to say that "her values are completely unchanged from two checks ago", which means everything is working correctly and she is in amazing shape for a catperson of her advanced years.
Healthy or not, she seems to be recovering from her most unpleasant experience by sleeping and demanding lap time.
When we made our little journey yesterday she began to gripe as soon as I put her in the carrier and continued to complain all the way to the Vet Hospital. It took us a bit longer than she had hoped to take care of paperwork and money after and she let out such a cross sounding "Gamow!" that somebody else at the front desk said "That was an angry sound." Like her mother, she has decided that she is old now and she can be as crabby and rude as she likes. So liberating!
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