Gibbs took his annual trip to the vet on Monday.
He hates the carrier and car rides, so I imagined the thought from his handsome face as we drove home from the place of disrepute.
“This is such bullshit.“
Gibbs is a healthy boy. He weighs the same as last year, 12.4 pounds. His color-changing left eye is functioning properly, but we keep watch of it. He had his rabies and distemper shots, and bloodwork was submitted to the lab as a normal check with elderly cats to ensure nothing unseen is going on with him. Similar to his weight, Gibbs is 12.5 years old. That’s 63 in human years, which is the same age as his human slave. He sleeps far more than I do, but he can leap tall cat trees and run a lot faster after a chipmunk. I don’t jump or run like Gibbs, but perhaps I could beat him to the corner on my bike. That’s if I could get him to leave the comfort of his napping place.
I’m not telling Gibbs that he’ll be going back in the next month or two for teeth cleaning because I’m afraid of what he might think next. “Bitch” comes to mind, but we’ll cross that bridge when it’s in front of us. Until then, Gibbs and I will continue on in the confines and comfort of home, with vocal kitty demands, soft purrs, and good health.
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Cats certainly can convey a message with just a look! Glad Gibbs is doing well.
I’m always glad that Gibbs’ “looks” don’t turn into feline action. He has claws, you know! 😉
With a face like that how can you ever win?
Sometimes I do, Pam, but not often. That face has me wrapped around his little paw most days.
At 12.5 years old, I’m sure he still has plenty of happy, healthy years ahead. I had to say final goodbyes to my 19 year old a few weeks ago. I’m sure Gibbs loves and appreciates his devoted human slave 😉
I’m so sorry about the loss of your fur baby. You had many years of his/her love to keep you company.
Gibbs is still a feisty cat. He loves to play in his cat tree and chase the dangly things around the living room, so I suspect he has several years left in him.
Thank you🦋 Sounds like yours is still a live wire. Enjoy!
HA! No doubt he said that loudly with gusto, smart old cat dude that he is.
Loudly, in sing-song, Ally. All the way to the vet and all the way home. :-p
He is a very handsome boy!
Gibbs says “thank you nice lady!”
Poor poor pitiful Gibbs. I suppose you explained that this is for his own good…Yeah, he’s never going to believe that. I think extra Gibbs-snax are required at this point.
I tried to explain to him as his claws were grabbing for anything while I was getting him into the cat carrier. He finds absolutely no reason to have to endure such torture.
Gibbs got extra kibble on Monday and I let him smell my chicken breakfast sausages this morning…from afar, of course. 😉
Good luck on the next visit.
Yeah, thanks. I will need it.
So glad he has a clean bill of health! 12.5 isn’t that old for a cat… He could easily make it to 16 or 18 years!
I’m hoping my little buddy is around at least that long. 🙂😼
We’ve had a couple that have lived 20 years. Our last, Molly, is close to 18 and she’s still in good health. He looks good and healthy…
I would love for him to live to 20, or forever, whichever comes first. 😏😁
Glad to see Mr. Gibbs is in a good condition. He definitely doesn’t look like he’s 63 years old. Ok, maybe a few grey hairs… 😉
Grey hairs…LOL. Even Gibbs thinks that’s funny.
I’m so glad he got a good report from the vet. Hugs from Crystal and me.
I’m waiting on the lab results (they were sent out), but I don’t expect anything to be amiss. It’s only to put my mind at ease. Hugs and purrs!
Hah! I don’t think my big boy cat would use expletives. I do believe he’d think it’s beneath him. My dog tho…
Your big boy is respectable. Gibbs…not so much. I’m positive that his talkative nature has grabbed a few naughty words from “mom.” 😏😼
You give me courage for when I have to take Mama Cat to the vet. The only times she has been in a carrier were when she got spayed and released back to the church and when I trapped her in Oct to go the vet then to my house. It was an ordeal. She’s very affectionate but still doesn’t want me to pick her up. I put the bottom of the carrier back in her room so maybe it’s not so evil. I hope we can make progress by this October and that she doesn’t have to go to the vet before then.
Oh, good luck with mama cat. I had one several years ago that required medication from the vet in order to take him in for an exam. He would have been too wild otherwise. There are natural products too that help with that kind of anxiety.
Thank you for that tip. I should have some natural calming product on hand just in case.