Dot went in for her blood work again today. The vet had recommended that she go in every couple of weeks to get checked, as she has cancer. As I wrote a while ago, it's going to come back, although it's a slow growing form but it won't spread to other organs. I will most likely get the results tomorrow or the day after. The other cats gave me the side eye after I took her off in the box. Right now she is expressing her displeasure by howling and it's driving me nuts. Mind you, the cost on the Visa bill is none too pleasant either, but what can you do? It's interesting how they know what the BOX means. All you have to do is take it out of the garage and they disappear A magician should bring one onto a stage and I guarantee that even though the cats might never have seen him before they'd take off. They would know the box meant business. It's weird. A plain old packing box that crap gets delivered in they don't mind. They'll climb into that and bite the bows off of it---they'll get hair under the tape and cause shenanigans like there's no tomorrow. Bring out the vet box and you won't see them. You'd think that the vet is doing evil experiments or something. They must sit around in a circle and tell evil vet horror stories. If only they could talk.
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