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It's June, so Artemis was due for her physical.
She complained about being put in the carrier, but calmed down as soon as the car started to move. (Car service: she doesn't mind the subway, but hates being carried to the subway, because the carrier rocks as I walk.)
The good news: "she doesn't look a day over ten", according to Dr. Luckow. (She's 16.)
Then he weighed her. Eight pounds. Which is a perfectly reasonable weight for a cat--except that she weighed 11 pounds a year ago. So he asked permission to take blood, which is now off somewhere, where they will test for a variety of things. He has our home number, and both our mobile numbers, and I'm to call tomorrow afternoon if I don't hear from him by 3:00.
She complained about being put in the carrier, but calmed down as soon as the car started to move. (Car service: she doesn't mind the subway, but hates being carried to the subway, because the carrier rocks as I walk.)
The good news: "she doesn't look a day over ten", according to Dr. Luckow. (She's 16.)
Then he weighed her. Eight pounds. Which is a perfectly reasonable weight for a cat--except that she weighed 11 pounds a year ago. So he asked permission to take blood, which is now off somewhere, where they will test for a variety of things. He has our home number, and both our mobile numbers, and I'm to call tomorrow afternoon if I don't hear from him by 3:00.