
Louis the Cat on a pile of sweaters.
Wow, I used the digital camera that was given to us for Christmas. It's been a rough year. This is Louis, One of the Little Cats (the Little Cats came to us as a group of kittens). Last year, about this time, I would pick Louis up and say, "Something isn't quite right with this cat. " Nobody believed me, but he was lacking that elasticity (tension) cats normally have. Finally after a couple of weeks Ms. CultureGhost, in an effort to quiet me, agrees to take Louis to the vet. The vet examines Louis-there's nothing wrong with this cat. Two days later while I'm at work, Ms CultureGhost calls and says, "I've been monitoring him and you're right-there's something not quite right about this cat." Back to the vet. They draw blood. Next day phone rings, "There's something really wrong with this cat." Some of the bloodwork numbers were almost off the scale. He was probed, poked, siphoned, had two biopsies and it was never determined exactly what was wrong with him. Today he is fat, content and is the best potscrubber and utensil cleaner we have in the house.
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