I took Motley in to the vet on Friday.
Motley here demonstrating the motleyness of his fur.
He vamped the vet, as usual… She couldn't get his heartrate because he was purring so hard.
And it wasn't scardycat purring, it was Pretty Lady Patting ME!! purrs.
And she admired his coat, which to me demonstrates that she was smitten, since I think it just looks like a bad die job.
"We'll just take Big Boy back and get his weight and some blood." PURR PURR"
He ends up having a thyroid problem, resolvable with pills.
And he is good about pills.
And good about the vet too.
I think it's that he has had a series of really odd medical problems (liver infection?), and has noticed that going to the vet makes him feel better.
Him's very very smart boy.
Boe continues to be a mystery.
Nothing definite back yet, preliminary results just show some inflammation.
I did ask if nothing definite meant not definitely cancer, but sadly it does not.
So we wait.
Boe, being mysterious.
He is getting impatient about being locked in, but it is his own fault for being creepy about coming when called.
He comes, and sits ten feet off, to see what is up with you.
Too smart for his own good kitty therefore has to stay locked in for a while, so I can get my hands on him.
New kitty, NikitaKit wins Best Kitten Ever prize for breaking into Boe's prison cell to steal his treats, and staying to play with him.
Nikita jumps on Sisko hard enough to knock him over.
But plays bat paws around the corner with Boe.
I have to get new photos of him, cos his kitten ruff is turning into serious plumage.
It's like a lion's mane.
I had no idea that floofy kittens did this, having never had one from a kitten before.
He's a seriously absurd child.