On Saturday Momma took me to the Vet in the P.T.U. to make sure I'm a healthy old man. Eghads!
I didn't much like the smelly office so I snuggled in to Momma's arm like never before. The Vet was nice but he poked and prodded a lot.
In the end he said I was "normal". Momma laughed a lot but my report has all but one of the boxes checked as normal. I even lost half a pound!
On the drive home I didn't have to ride in the P.T.U. I enjoyed exploring the car and watching things go by but I have to say the best view was from Momma's lap, which is hard cuz she sits so close to the steering wheel.
On Sunday Momma did some yard work. I had my own questions as to HER normalcy cuz the day started in the low 40s but she kept at it for many hours until we got into the high 60s. When she couldn't stand up straight any more she cried Uncle and went inside.
Of course I snoopervised every move she made whether from the back porch hidden among the rhodies...
Or from the top of her dirty car.
She did a good job if I say so myself.
2 comments:
Z, you look quite the Man About Town, with your snazzy bow tie. I am surprised you didn't have a feline female entourage follow you home.
My furkids had the annual vet visit as well, but not looking as dapper as Z. Love that bow tie!
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