Today was Ollie & Lucy's annual check up. Oh how they don't like seeing the doctor. Luckily most of Lucy's health problems are under control and she doesn't have to go very often now. I can't remember if she's been to the vet since her check up last year. I don't think she has, which is a huge relief. For a while, we were going a couple times a month. Both of the babies got a clean bill of health, which makes me very happy. I found out that Ollie, the scrawny bag of bones that he is, actually weighs just a little more than Lucy, who looks like a little fatty. Ollie's a bigger cat than Lucy, but Lucy just looks like the fatter one.
One thing Lucy got today (which Ollie did not) was a mani/pedi. She does not allow us to clip her nails. She hates it with a passion, so it doesn't get done. Ken tries and tries, but it doesn't happen. He can usually get one if he's lucky. So the pros came in and did it. I've never seen her fight so hard against anything before in my life. It was actually quite funny. She's now got dull nubs instead of razor sharp claws. They won't stay nubs for very long, but I have to tell you, it was the best $6.75 I've ever spent in my life.
Lucy, being the drama queen that she is, cried the whole way to the vet and all the way home. But in the actual examination room, she was such a good baby. She lets the vet (mostly) do her job with little fuss. Ollie, on the other hand, freaks out at the vet. He hates it so much. In real life he's the friendliest cat and will let you do whatever the hell you want to do to him. He's very curious about everything and if you come to my house and he doesn't know you, he makes it a point to become your best friend. But in a strange setting like the vet's office, he gets scared to death. Poor baby.
Within a half hour of getting home, they were over their trauma and back to normal. I'm so lucky to have such good babies. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
Today was Ollie & Lucy's annual check up. Oh how they don't like seeing the doctor. Luckily most of Lucy's health problems are under control and she doesn't have to go very often now. I can't remember if she's been to the vet since her check up last year. I don't think she has, which is a huge relief. For a while, we were going a couple times a month. Both of the babies got a clean bill of health, which makes me very happy. I found out that Ollie, the scrawny bag of bones that he is, actually weighs just a little more than Lucy, who looks like a little fatty. Ollie's a bigger cat than Lucy, but Lucy just looks like the fatter one.
One thing Lucy got today (which Ollie did not) was a mani/pedi. She does not allow us to clip her nails. She hates it with a passion, so it doesn't get done. Ken tries and tries, but it doesn't happen. He can usually get one if he's lucky. So the pros came in and did it. I've never seen her fight so hard against anything before in my life. It was actually quite funny. She's now got dull nubs instead of razor sharp claws. They won't stay nubs for very long, but I have to tell you, it was the best $6.75 I've ever spent in my life.
Lucy, being the drama queen that she is, cried the whole way to the vet and all the way home. But in the actual examination room, she was such a good baby. She lets the vet (mostly) do her job with little fuss. Ollie, on the other hand, freaks out at the vet. He hates it so much. In real life he's the friendliest cat and will let you do whatever the hell you want to do to him. He's very curious about everything and if you come to my house and he doesn't know you, he makes it a point to become your best friend. But in a strange setting like the vet's office, he gets scared to death. Poor baby.
Within a half hour of getting home, they were over their trauma and back to normal. I'm so lucky to have such good babies. I wouldn't trade them for the world.
3 comments:
That last picture is awesome.
Cute family you got there!
Kitties! Kyoot kitties! WHEE!
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