Dr. Henry is okay, but I don't like having her feel my belly or look in my mouth. THEN she took some blood from me! The whole office said that they could hear me growl. Apparently my chart is marked with some special notation about me being feisty or something.
Then Dr. Henry called later. Cat Couch listened to the phone machine thing three times, so I know what she said. My Liver Nzi-mee-thingies are up over 500, and my Kidnee Nzi-mee-thingies are 2.7. And I've lost One-Point-Three pounds since November.
Guess what? This means that Cat Couch has to stick me with the needle to give me hi-dray-shun EVERY DAY now. And Dad said that he will learn to stick me, too.
aaargh-ggrrr-wreow . . .
One good thing is that they'll give me food anytime I ask. Not always what I want, true, but they offer it. And I'm trying a new stinky-food that's pretty good so far.
And I must say that it was fun riding shotgun in Cat Couch's van. Usually she shoves me in the carrier box. This time she put on the body harness leash and seacured me to the front seat next to her. I got to look out the window there and back! She drove very gently so that I would not be bumped, and she said that she was impressed that I could keep my balance like that! Then on the way home, we stopped at the Twin's school to wait for school to be done. I got to look out the open window at all the birds in the bushes. That was nice.
NEW MEW: Cat Couch tells me that I should use the "abc check" thing. I have high ENZYME levels. I still don't know what that means.