My Little Spitfire

Freya has a furball or something that she just can’t cough up and she’s just not her usual evil self so… she has an appointment with the vet in Shelby at 4 to be examined.

I’m hoping they don’t have to do any bloodwork… especially since she tried to kill the vet and the techs assisting last time. (3 people to hold down [at that time] a 10 lb cat — that’s my girl!)

***UPDATE***Â? Well… she behaved well at the vet until it was time to give her a shot in the leg.Â? (It took 4 of us to hold her down.Â? That’s my gremlin!)Â? She also did *NOT* want to take her hairball meds and kept spitting it on me.

Otherwise, she’s a healthy little girl — all 13.5 lbs of her.Â? Her doctor thinks she’s beautiful and a sweetheart.

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Jen isn't quite sure when she lost her mind, but it is probably documented here on Meditatio. She blogs because the world needs her snark at all hours of the night... and she probably can't sleep anyway.

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