Our humans took us for our first check up--at the Forest Hills Cat Hospital, which sadly, is no longer located in Forest Hills. At least it's still in Queens.
PIP: The vet examined me first. He said the folks at Northshore Animal League did a great job of sewing up my bad eye. He checked my other eye and said I have some sight in it. Duh--I knew that. I can get almost anywhere I want--on the couch, the bed and the tables. Very soon, I'm planning to figure out how to get onto the kitchen counter. All my food seems to magically appear from there.
The last thing the vet did was take blood. Yuk. Definitely not my favorite thing. I squirmed like crazy, and the vet tech hung onto me with all her might. Just wait until I'm bigger--I'll get even!
Marley: I was next. I've been in places like this before. I don't like being poked and prodded.
Dr. Neville said I have great teeth--look ma, no plaque! He said my teeth showed him I might be younger than five years old. That makes me four, right?
Dr. Neville examined my heart, too. He said Pip and I are both really healthy. That means we don't have to come back until almost next year. How long is a year?
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