This afternoon, two of my perma-cats go to the doctor for check-ups. There is nothing wrong with them of which I am aware, but these two haven’t been to the veterinary in a while, so I think it’s time.
Cammie is eleven years old now. (She wouldn’t pose for me last night.) She has had problems in the past, particularly with eating - or, rather, not eating - that have been solved relatively simply. She also has recurring sores on the sides of her head. I believe these to be an allergic reaction but, despite experiments, I have not been able to find the cause. Other than these, she seems to me to be healthy. She certainly can become spontaneously active, and is in good shape for her middle age.
Renn, seen here with his shy little boy look, gives me the least trouble, medically speaking. He eats very little: almost no soft food - there are days when I offer him four or five varieties, different brands, different flavours, and he refuses even to acknowledge them - and not much hard food. How he maintains a muscular body which he periodically throws into playful action, I don’t know. But he is nine now, and entering the phase when things can start deteriorating, so I want to stay on top of his situation.
The pair will go together and receive blood tests and urinalyses, as well as the usual examinations. I don’t expect to be told that anything is amiss, but I am taking them to the doctor now so that I won’t be told that later on.