Evil cat and the vet

The regular home check up on evil cat rolled around again.  Every three months they check and see what she is up to and how she is doing.

The first two vets that saw evil cat at home now have pressing reasons not to attend (one actually left the country!) so the third vet saw evil cat for the first time.  Apparently the notes are very clear.  This is a cat that is not nice.  This is a cat that uses bad language.  This is a cat that will draw blood even though she is a scraggy old girl that weighs less than a bag of sugar.  Do not be fooled by size, or age, or apparently calm.  The apparent calm is just evil cat waiting for any thought at all to turn up.  The vet turned up with a veterinary nurse in attendance, just in case.  Our lovely neighbour weighed in with his welding gloves.

Poor old girl (the cat, not the vet), even though she used the sort of language that bleaches hair, she couldn't put up much of a fight.  She is just too old and frail.  However, the vet didn't press the examination, so I suspect if the new vet had made more of an exploration then the battlescars may have been more extensive. 

The verdict is that evil cat is physically stable.  I suppose she could be considered mentally stable as well as she has been the same psychopath since she was a kitten, but physically she is getting a little bit older, getting a little bit creakier, but still battling (definitely the fighting spirit there!).  She still has quality of life, still manages to sit in front of the sensor switch for the tv, sleep on clean washing, push me off the bed, steal shamelessly, enjoy tormenting next door's dogs by sauntering past them every time she is let out and she can still sleep in the sun. 

Long may this continue.