Back to the vet’s tonight for last Saturday’s test results . . .

Which all in all weren’t too bad. Given Sunny’s age (14) and the fact that he’s overweight, the worst of it was some slight irregularity with kidney and liver function, but nothing scary. The vet prescribed the same liver meds Sunny was on the time he ate the poisoned cockroach (don’t ask) which is really expensive, but at least it’s only for one month. And she has also changed the daily kidney pills (which she says he’ll probably be on for the rest of his life) which are about twice as much as the supplements he’s been taking, but oh well. Also, his glucose is a bit high, so we have to change his food, which means changing Azar’s food as well, but the vet said since Azar is close to Sunny’s age (he’s 12) that the new diet would be good for him too.

Once all the new food and meds were added up it came to 150 euros ( gaaaa! that’s half a new 3″ viewscreen camera!!! ) but whaddaya gonna do, eh? At least it’s food for about three months and meds for one month. But now the gatito monthly maintenance has just doubled – yikes!

Meanwhile, I mentioned to the vet that I should bring Azar in soon for a checkup and she said that I should wait for awhile because, given his age, a blood test is sure to show some weird chronic stuff like Sunny’s did and she suggested that we ‘recuperate’ a bit from this initial financial outlay first.

So it looks like we’ll have to cut out at least one of our almost planned trips. Or else not get the new camera. How’s that for luck, eh nursemyra? 😉 Actually, I’m just glad we can afford to take the boys for regular check-ups and look after them properly. I’d rather have them around for a few more years than anything else.

If only it were this easy . . .

Been trying to get Sunny to the vet’s for his annual check up and blood test, etc since about September. But with our new work schedules, my inability to lug around 7 kilos of lurve in a large plastic cage ( for fear of putting my back out) and the new pedestrian streets in the centre of Sevilla (making taxi access quite difficult) it’s been proving to be a bit of a challenge. Especially as Sunny’s blood test requires that he doesn’t eat from about 9pm until the test, which means getting to the vet’s first thing in the morning, which basically means this can only be done on a Saturday. Except Nog now has a new class on Saturday mornings and I seriously cannot carry the massive beast on my own, not even as far as the nearest taxi stand.

So we started looking at other options from the practical (buying a new ‘back friendly’ cat carrier) to the ridiculous (stuffing Sunny into our little old lady shopping trolley). No luck finding a cat carrier with shoulder straps that Sunny would fit into, and when I tried him out in the shopping trolley, wheeling him around the apartment, it turned out as expected – no way no day!

Then we got a message from Nog’s Saturday morning student saying there had been a sudden death in the family, so no class. And so, we’re off to the vet’s sometime just after 10 o’clock.

Going to bed without feeding the boys their evening meal hasn’t been too much of a problem so far, as we’ve been out for most of the evening. Now it’s just after midnight and Nog’s gone to bed leaving me with two very sad pointy-eared angels pathetically moaning here beside me as I type. And so I am also off to sleep … and really dreading the 7am wake-up call from los gatos. I think Nog & I are both going to have to feign sleep until at least 9.30 in order to keep our sanity – wish us luck!