My social secretary apparently forgot to tell me...

That's all four of us lounging around mom's "work space" yesterday in the sunshine. M'Gee on mom's chair, Sadie just turning around to warm the other side, me in the window and Speedy doing what he usually does, sleeping next to mom's laptop. This afternoon mom got out the PTU (prisoner transport unit, or, cat carrier to some of you) while I was napping on her chair. She just picked me up and shoved me in it! Just like that, no "hey Zippy, you have a doctors appointment" or "we need to go see the doctor", pretty rude if you ask me. Anyway, they poked, prodded, jabbed and generally tortured me the way the usually do. Pronounced me perfectly healthy and sent me on my way.
Not da whole truth, Zippy, you hasta tell da truth!
*sigh* Alright, Speedy, but I'm still purrty healthy for my age...
I have grade 2 (that's out of 6)  senile cataracts. I have arthritis in my front joints now as well as the back end so they told mom to up my dose of glucosamine (I take the same stuff as my mom, she just uses 1/4 of her capsule) I pee'd on the table when they were holding me down to get blood and Dr B said it was a little to dilute so mom should make sure I drink more water, even if it's tuna juice watered down. I screamed like a maniac when they were doing the blood draw, mom's purrty sure I scared everyone in the waiting room. The best part was when they weighed me and they all started doing the happy dance. You may recall in years past that they always told mom that I needed to gain some weight, heck, I was a svelte 6 pound 2 oz the last visit and have always had to work to get over 6 pounds. Well today I weighed in at (drum roll please) 7 pounds 4 ounces! Dr G even came out when mom was paying the bill and told me I did a good job gaining some weight. Dr G has been my regular go to guy since I first came to live here, he's the guy that saved my paws. Oh yeah, in the spirit of truth telling, I also pooped on the technician who thought I was just so adorable she had to pick me up, that'll teach her to call me "tiny baby" and "cutie pie". I tried to do it prodigiously (that means a lot) like Max does but only a little bit came out. Guess I should have waited to use the litter box until after the check-up.