Poor Stinker had to go to the vet today because his ears are bugging him. This is the first time he's been to the doctor in years, and I was sort of dreading it because...well...he's quite enlarged. He weighed in at a hefty 23.4 pounds and I sort of glanced around waiting for the obese police to lecture me on letting him get to this point. All there really was though was a poster on the wall showing what your pet should look like from above. Well, Stinky wouldn't have even fit on the poster, so that's not a good comparison.
He did super though. He got his nails trimmed and got the mats cut off his back by his tail, where he can't reach. Overall they were very kind and didn't make me feel like a bad cat mom at all! Apparently, after all, taking my cat to the vet is really all about me, is it? I need to get over myself.
He has an ear infection, so now I just need to get a grip with giving him his medicine. We'll work it out, but the less I have to try to rassle him or get him in a headlock the better - mainly because we look like sumo wrestlers and that's not a pretty site. We aren't wearing diapers though.
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