This Thursday I knew there was something wrong when Lynettea tried to pick me up. I was very upset when we went by taxi to my Veterinary Surgeon. As I repeatedly told Lynettea, I require some notice for these visits. She said, 'I did let you know yesterday, Diamond, but I don't want to keep repeating it all the time in case you get nervous.'
This time, instead of doing his dirty work in the back room, I had to endure the jabbing needles in my arm in front of Lynettea. She kept saying things like, 'Maybe if Diamond was a bit more relaxed the blood would flow better.' It is hard to relax with a brutish nurse gripping you by the scruff and the Vet jabbing a needle into one arm.
Then they said they didn't have enough blood (maybe they are vampires?) and had to get some from the other arm. I didn't deign to struggle, as I like to appear dignified at all times, but I was glad when it was over.
After that I had to endure a huge tablet being thrown into my mouth in case I had worms. The vet has a tricky way of making me swallow, quite unlike Lynettea's efforts.
Good news though: my blood tests show that I am holding my own, although I have to stay on the kidney diet. Fortunately it doesn't taste too bad.
Lynettea was sorry she didn't think of getting a photo of me having my tests. I ask you! A cat is entitled to some privacy. There is no way that I would put such a photo on my blog, even if she had it!