Last week I had another trip to the vet. I thought it might be time to go back because it had been four Sundays since my last trip. Sure enough, Monday morning Cat-Mommy had me in the pillow case and then in the carrier before I knew it! Then into the car, then into the vet, then into the office, and then into the shiny silver room without Cat-Mommy. But something was different this time. I only had one pointy-sticky and was back out in no time! Apparently I had cleverly lowered my “blood count”, whatever that is. So instead of the second pointy-sticky that makes me nauseous I got a special reward: a “follow-up visit”. Since we went home immediately I decided that I like follow-up visits because you get to go home early and skip nasty chemotherapy.

How wrong I was! It turns out that a follow-up visit is when Cat-Daddy surprises you only a few days later with another pillowcase-carrier-car-vet-office-shiny-room drill…with another full complement of pointy-stickies! And he had to drop me off so I was in the noisy scary room for almost seven hours. Apparently this is because one of the Oncologists at the vet had left. I can’t say I blame her, leaving is very my favorite thing do do at the vet. But eventually Cat-Daddy rescued me and took me straight home. Here’s a picture of my first post-ordeal-meal:

I had to have a pill (yick) before eating anything but I had a very good appetite. The vet says there’s still no sign of “recurrence” (whatever that is) which is why I feel so good these days. I was so hungry I had a second meal shortly after the first one. I even allowed Big Bother, Pounce de Leon, to eat in my presence. You doubt me? Here’s proof:

So if at first you don’t succeed…find a better place to hide!