Chest wax

I took this morning off to consult a different vet. She is an internist and has a good reputation when it comes to diabetes diagnosis and treatment. Her clinic is in Cologne and one trip would take about 30 minutes if it wasn't for the traffic jams on the autobahn due to construction sites. So it took us about 45 minutes to get there this morning. But it was worth it, because the vet was great. She took a lot of time and explained in detail about diabetes and how the insulin works. Then she used an ultrasonic device to check Mr Cat's vital parts. This of course meant that Mr Cat had to have a chest wax. Or, more precisely, a Brazilian bikini wax:




He is not happy. Not at all. Apparently he had no intention of going to the beach wearing a thong. Bad luck, man. Look at the bright side of it:

a) it wasn't really a wax, she used a shaver
b) your vital parts are ok apart from a cyst near the pancreas

The cyst apparently is nothing to be awfully worried about, but it needs to be monitored. So, another "wax" will be coming your way in a couple of months. Is that the sound of little paws scuttling away, I hear?

I felt slightly guilty about the unwanted loss of hair (it was after all me who helped to pin him down on the vet's desk for the shave). So to make up for the tortures suffered through, I bought some chicken hearts and some fresh fish. Since I have unpacked and cooked everything, Mr Cat has been glued to the kitchen table. He can smell the goodies and even managed to open the closed box containing the cooked hearts. I guess, this means he has been hiding thumbs from me all this time.