|At the vets. What is wrong with that dog?|
Why is she so happy?
When something happens that's bad, but not really, really bad, Mum says, "well, it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick."
Mum's going to think seriously about that after our check-up at the vet.
We all went in. Fanta and I were supposed to both get our needles - but I haven't recovered enough from my injuries, so I have to go back.
Fanta, strangely, loved going to the vet. She loved the car ride, while Percy and I both complained. She loved waiting for the vet, while Percy and I both just glared around us. She didn't like the thermometer, but allowed it while Mum gave her a hug.
I have to go back for my needle next week, but the vet still tried (and failed) to get that thermometer in my nether regions.
Then we came to Percy. Percy already had his needle this year, but Mum wanted him to have a check-up. He is on antibiotics the same as me, after coming home with an owie on his head.
But what Mum really wanted the vet to look at was Percy's eye.
Percy came to us with something that looked like a cataract in one eye.
It turns out it's not a cataract. The vet said it was something much, much worse.
Percy has had a poke in the eye with a sharp something, at some time before we met him. There's adhesions, sticking different parts of his eye together. The vet's given him some eye ointment, and is going to have a look again to see if it's staying the same or getting better or worse.
What happens from there, we don't know. How Percy came to have something sharp stabbing his eye we don't know. All we know is that Percy's part of our family now, so we have to do whatever we can to look after him. (So now doesn't everyone know it would have been better to have me as an only cat?)
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord.