That’s right, peeps! My sister Maisie and I celebrated our 12th birthday on Friday.
Mom is busy with book stuff, so I thought I’d take over the blog today and share a few pics of us to commemorate the event.
Thanks for visiting us and have a purr-fect week! Head bumps and sandpaper kisses, ♥Vivian♥
Vivian K. Perry here, back for a new guest post on Jennifer’s Journal. Can you believe this is my eleventh time blogging here on WordPress? I’m becoming an old pro!
Let’s get down to business: I went to see my veterinarian in Gander yesterday. And because I did, my weekend is going to be one of recovery instead of more itching and scratching of my pretty face.
You see, I have this recurring condition, an allergy of sorts, or so I’m told. The problem is that no one can determine what triggers it! The first time this happened to me was when we were still living in the city, and I was barely out of kittenhood. I had a little spot on my cheek that simply would not heal.
As it happened, Jennifer and Paul went on a trip to Jamaica that spring, and when they came back, they were horrified to see that the little spot had festered and had gotten much worse. Off to the vet we went, and I came back with steroids, antibiotics and that ghastly ‘cone of shame’ around my neck. Let me tell you: I HATED that #@%*#!ing cone!
But I healed, and ever since, my staff made sure I never got to that point again.
A year or so ago, Jennifer read on the internet that the cat treats, Temptations, were causing itchy skin allergies in some other members of my species, so of course I never got to eat another one after that. For a long while, it seemed the mystery had been solved.
Then my condition returned, so we are back to square one as to the cause. If anyone out there has any experience with this or knows what I might be allergic to, would you help a kitty out and please leave a comment below?
Jennifer put together this little gallery from my visit. I hope you enjoy it more than I did.
Too many doggies for my liking. I was outnumbered!
After my check-up, I went home with my new meds. I hardly made a peep the whole way, probably because I was worn out from all the excitement.
I thought Maisie would’ve been lonely during our absence; she is rarely left by herself.
But she seemed un-purr-turbed.