The biggest thing on my weekend agenda was taking Josie to her annual vet checkup.
We’ve been going to this particular vet since we moved to the Midwest. But for some reason, it finally registered with them that Kitty-mon is a “mature” kitty. (Only six years after the eight-year mark that is the dividing line.) Sorry, Josie! You’re OLD~!
To do the annual blood work, they had to shave part of her neck — and she lived up to her nickname — so she was pretty tired out afterward. >^..^<
