Going to the Vet

I took my kitties for their annual examinations at the vet. They HATE this above all things. I think that they have memories of being boxed up and carted off to the humane society. That is where I got my two older cats, Milano and Bella, at the humane society. My third cat, Pumpkin (no, I did not name her so don't blame me for that silly name, blame my sis), was a stray that ran into our apartment one night in October a couple of years ago.

Bella has allergies that cause her to have some eye gunk. We picked up some drops at the vet and they are clearing up nicely. However, she has some tartar build up on her teeth, a condition that the vet says is causing her to have, "objectionably bad breath". I can't believe the vet actually put that on the report! How rude.

Milano is my wussy boy cat. Every girl has to have a gay guy friend and since I don't have a real life one, he is my pseudo-gay guy friend. He is very skiddish and jumps at his own shadow. His whine is the most pitty-enducing meow you have ever heard. He was overweight last time we went to the vet but he has since slimmed down and was given a clean bill of health.

Disclaimer: to all of the extremely masculine gay guys, sorry.

I think that Bella and Milano were litter mates because they have similar markings, but I have no way of really knowing. But they are an inseparable pair. They drove out our previous cat, Jezebelle, who now lives with my mother. Brit and I were shocked when Pumpkin, whom I like to call 'little one', ran into our apartment, into the kitchen, and straight for the food one night and fit right in with Milano and Bella. She chose us to be her caretakers and has become one of the family.

I feel that it is an oxymoron to call her 'little one' now that she has been spayed and taken to overeating. The vet said that she gained 3.6 lbs this year and is now over 13 lbs. Time to go on a diet.

She is still very cute, though! She is the one who always loves and appreciates the toys we bring home for them from pet smart. Milano feigns interest and Bella flatly refuses to acknowledge the gesture.

But Bella is the most fickle because she is my favorite and she knows

that I won't throw her out (haha). She just wants to make sure I spend the right amount of money before she acts interested. Between the three of them and the eye drops for Bella, I dropped $300 for these 'kids' at the vet. Thank goodness this only comes around once a year, but I was given some rare attention as a reward.