Foster Mom took me to the vet today.
I was a bit scared being at the doctor, but I’m really glad FM thought to take me in for a check up. Since Foster Mom hasn’t been around cats since she was just a kid herself, she told the vet she thought I was 8 weeks old. [Tee Hee! What does she know?] I’m actually 6 whole months! Fortunately, it looks like I’ll always be a petite little lady based on the size of my paws. You’d be lucky to have a cute cat who always looked like a sweet playful kitten, don’t you think? [Hint, hint. Call me!]
Though I’ve got a nasty gash under my chin and I need a serious bath (good luck with that Foster Dad!) Dr. Alysia at the Animal Trustees of Austin gave me a clean bill of health and scheduled an appointment to take out my lady parts on October 1st. I’m not-so-thrilled about surgery but I’m super excited that Foster Mom and Dad are helping to decrease the homeless pet population by getting me spayed. Being on the streets in this town is rough. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone - animal or human.
After we got home from the vet, Foster Mom gave me peanut butter!
Holla!
Om nom nom nom!
