Mycah had another trip to the vet this week — but it wasn't actually for a bad reason. I'm not sure why dissolving stitches weren't used when her tail was amputated, but the stitches on the tip of what remains of her tail had to be removed.

In all her past vet trips, Mycah never complained as much as she did this time. I held her on the table while the vet went to work. She hissed, she growled — you know that long, low "rrrooowww" cats do — and while the last stitch was being pulled, she turned and bit my hand.†

Portrait of a biter:

"Touch me like that again, pull back a bloody stump."

It was merely the slightest bit difficult to keep telling her she was a good girl, but I did, and she calmed down as soon as she was done being handled by the vet.

She was also due for her 6-month diabetes checkup, so a blood sample was taken. The results were very, very good. Good, as in, the diabetes is so well under control that she no longer needs the prescription food to control it.

She was, however, in the higher end of the "normal" range for some kidney-thing-I-don't-understand. But she's doing very very well, overall.

* Nickname courtesy of Laurence Simon.
† No blood, no foul.

OK, people — you know the drill. Friday. Modulator. Friday Ark.

Sunday: The Carnival of the Cats at Enrevanche. Be there.

Posted by Russ at 05:00 AM, January 19, 2007 in Animals