"You raise some big cats", said the Vet. That's a nice way of saying that my kitties are porkers !! Snickers weighed in at an even 16 pounds. Cookie is bringing up the rear at a just-over-svelte 11.56 pounds. Cookie got a clean bill of health. Snickers still has her heart murmur, not that I expected it would go away. It hasn't bothered her for the last 11 years, so I guess it's just going to stick around with her till the end.

The Vet talked me into getting them rabies shots. Something about "it's the law" swayed me into compliance. How would it look if my brother had to break down my door to arrest me for lacking the shots?? We went with the 1-year shots, since they seem to cause less problems for the cats.

Oh, and there was a flyer at the pet hospital about a 3 year old green-eyed tabby that was looking for a new home. I talked myself out of it. I refuse to become the old maid who lives all alone down the street with her several cats.