Clean bill of health

Over the weekend Mama and Curt were mean and shoved me in a little box and Mama drove me to the vet.

I hate that, &*%$!!!!

But apparently it is something that has to be done at least once a year. I just hate it. I mean who likes a thermometer stuck up their butt? Who likes getting shots or having someone poke at my mouth to look at my gums? Definitely! Not! Me!

But Mama got a call from my doctor yesterday and he said all my tests came back and looked good ... especially for a kitty my age.

You know, I am almost 16. Yup, I am becoming an old man.