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When I got there, the receptionist said that yes, he could have blueberries, and sent me into a room to wait. A tech brought Julian in, snuggled against her chest. She said nice things about him: he seems to be charming the entire staff. I offered Julian half a berry, and he happily ate it. And another, at which point she said something like "he really does like them!"
After the tech left, I fed him the rest of the berries, and then we settled in for a long session of head rubbing, scritching, and lap-sitting. He would have stayed on my lap even longer, had I let him, but our visits are an interruption to the treatment, and I want to get him home again as soon as possible. The first time I tried to move him off my lap he had hooked his claws into my pants, so I gave him a few more minutes, because he so rarely argues when we tell him it's time to get down.