Another vet visit

You guys, I have a confession to make: sometimes I take the kittens for a vet visit even though there isn’t anything wrong with them. It sounds worse than it is.  You see, when they were little baby kittens, the vet talked me into the “kitten package” that included all of their vaccinations, getting fixed, microchips, and unlimited vet visits and nail trims for a year.

You already know that I am a firm believer in nail trims, and it is something that I do at home, otherwise we would probably have been going to the vet every two weeks.  But every few months, I like to take them in to be weighed and talk to the vet about their diet, etc.  I like putting them in the car and taking them somewhere close by and since they aren’t getting shots or other procedures every time they go (and are so easy-going in the first place), they don’t freak out.

When we get into the exam room, the kittens get weighed and then I let them wander around.  This time I was cracking up because as Anabel was exploring, Sally was trying to hide himself in the corner.  Poor guy!  At one point he even crawled under a bookshelf.  Now, he never behaves like that at home and nothing bad ever happened in the exam room anyway (they get taken in the back for shots) so I just thought it was funny that this big guy who acts all BMOC at home, was trying to hard to hide.  So, I scooped him up and held him in my lap while the doc examined Anabel.

This time, because we are transitioning from kitten food to cat food, I wanted to talk to the vet about what and how much we feed them.  Here is what the vet told me: a normal, full-grown, female cat should weigh between 8-10 pounds (Anabel is just under 9 pounds); a full-grown, male cat should weigh between 10-12 pounds (Sally weighed in at 10 pounds, 12 ounces).  I mean, I already knew that my kittens are perfect, but it is always nice to get quantifiable confirmation of such things.

Of course, the vet did have to find something to pick on me about.  Their nails were trimmed, they were a good weight, they are nice and well-behaved…he was going to have to really make an effort to come up with something.  He broke out a flea comb to see if he could find any evidence of fleas (he didn’t, we have the really good flea medicine that we get at there and I use it).  He sure did get a comb-full of fur though.  Busted!  I have been trying to brush these guys ever-other day, but the day before their appointment, Anabel was not in the mood for a brushing.  So, now under doctor’s orders, they are one a daily brushing schedule.