Last week Gabriel had an appointment to see the vet for his booster shots and a follow-up to the crystals in his urine. Mommy saw this as an opportunity to bring me in for a geriatric blood test.
Of course, I protested. Who is she calling geriatric? I can run circles around that woman!
The rest of the Monkeys have not yet met Gabriel, but I saw that little rotter through the holes of our respective carriers. I had to sit staring at him while the nice vet called him 'cute' and 'adorable' and showered affection on him all the while waiting for a 'geriatric' blood test. This will definitely cost Mommy some future snuggles. We didn't have a camera at the vet's but I gave Mommy my famous 'I do not approve' look through the wires of the cage. This is a recreation of that look.
Finally it was my turn. The vet told Mommy that he does not believe I'm 12 years old because I am in remarkable shape. I think I might like that man! He took my blood and gave me a smooch.
The blood results came back the next day and he called Mommy to tell her I'm perfect. All of my levels are normal to above-average. Shouldn't she have known this already? I think she needs a geriatric blood test if she can't figure that out just by looking at me!
Mommy gets the Back of Disapproval for 2 weeks - 1 week with good behavior.
P.S. Gabriel's exam went just as well as mine did so the humans will finally get to introduce him to Samson and Delilah next weekend.