We'll go back in a couple of weeks for a progress check. The ear mites aren't just ear mites - he's got an ear infection as well, but the antibiotics and meds should stand him in good stead there. Fortunately, nothing is "contagious" so I just have to wash hands before playing with the kittens. Yay for no more "strip downs" after Buddy lovin'! Buddy got all his shots and took it the exam like a stoic mancat... except the ears, he did growl a little on that. It went kinda like this:
Home early, aren't ya? What's up? Why are you talking to me in that sing-song-y voice? (And, yeah, the basement bathroom is circa 1950 - pink with maroon trim.)
Uhhuh... I knew it the minute you put me in the car. We're at one of those places where they poke and prod me, aren't we? I can tell by the smell. I'm not sure I like you anymore, woman.
Who is that? If he tries anything with my bum, like the other guy, it's all over - you know that don't you?
OK, not so bad. We'll give this guy a pass. Mostly. What? Stop purring so you can hear my heart, you say, mister? I don't think so. You're gonna have to work for it bud.
You are definitely on my s**t list, lady. Didn't you hear the man? I'm healing up fine. I shouldn't be expected to endure this twice in one week.
The kittens go in for their shots Thursday and, I hope, to the Institute for a Meet'n'Greet next Tuesday. Promise to take the camera down this week for some good shots. Yesterday they decided the kennel was fun and spent most of the night cavorting in and on it.