The vet could not do all the tests they wanted because Geemer was, "too spicy" with them. I described the kind of noise that he makes when he is very upset and she nodded as if I had nailed it and as if that is just what happened. It was then I noticed the fresh band-aid on her left hand.
So we have to go back later, but drugged this time. A new adventure for the ungovernable Geemer! Frustrating!
I think on the balance it went over well, though. The doctor said that is was her birthday and crooning over my little man she said, "I needed this."
Me too, lady. Geemer is for the people.
Reflecting on this some, it makes me again heartsick for my beloved departed Shaqtuul. A somehow even sweeter and softer creature, he tolerated most any veterinary ministration. By contrast now I have less than a week to figure out how to deliver pills into a cat's mouth.