This morning I checked an item off of my to-do list that I have anticipated with mild horror all week long.
The dreaded visit to…
[for the Christmas Eve episode follow up].
The poor baby has a bad reputation at his vet’s office… and they greet him with Kevlar gloves.
Although he loves the two people who live with him, he does not like the people at the Whitehouse Animal Hospital, the people that come to his house to visit, or ANY other people.
THANK YOU Whitehouse Animal Hospital (from Elvis Cat Starling)
As it turned out, in contrast to the Christmas Eve episode, the only displeasure experienced this morning was a moment spent on the scale for the poor baby. He has gained 12 ounces since December 24th. Although it would have thrown his Mama into despondency, Elvis didn’t seem to mind.
The Prognosis is Good
It seems that Elvis has asthma and possibly an allergy or two that will trigger an attack.
On December 23rd he began to experience difficulty breathing which was likely brought on by something in the house. The only thing we can attribute this to is new kitty litter or possibly Christmas decor dust. Bless his little heart. Since Christmas Eve, he has been taking prednisone, which we will now be able to wean him from, and a capsule that he doesn’t have to take anymore [at all] unless there is another occurrence like the one we recently experienced (thank you Dr. Susan).
Here is a picture of Elvis in his kitty carrier. His death grip is even bigger than his eyes.
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