Danger to the Duke
May. 22nd, 2016 07:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyAlistair had his vet appointment on Friday. I ended up choosing Vet #2, the one I'd never been to before. They were very nice. It turns out the receptionist is the older sister of my best friend from primary school, so we had a bit of a chat. We had to talk loudly over Alistair singing the song of his people. It was a long, plaintive song. The vet was appropriately appreciative of him. "I love a big cat," she said. He *is* a big cat. Not a fat one. Long and tall.
He had a reaction to his vaccination. He started panting and his heart rate went up. I was allowed to take him home when he calmed down, where he slept for 36 hours, not eating or meowing, and moving so slowly because his joints hurt. The silence was the weird part. He's a chatterbox by nature.
He woke me up at five this morning by shouting for food and jumping on the bed to attack my toes, so he seems to have recovered. What a delicate little snowflake he is.
This week's knitting progress. I'm now about halfway up to the armholes. Things will get more exciting after that.
He had a reaction to his vaccination. He started panting and his heart rate went up. I was allowed to take him home when he calmed down, where he slept for 36 hours, not eating or meowing, and moving so slowly because his joints hurt. The silence was the weird part. He's a chatterbox by nature.
He woke me up at five this morning by shouting for food and jumping on the bed to attack my toes, so he seems to have recovered. What a delicate little snowflake he is.
This week's knitting progress. I'm now about halfway up to the armholes. Things will get more exciting after that.