The vet stopped what he was doing to come over to see Istar. I don’t know if he was mad at me for (rather rudely) asking to have my cat, or if he was apologetic for making Istar wait over 12 hours to be seen, but he stopped me from leaving to examine Istar and give him a shot for what he thinks is a small asthmatic incident. Well, damn. Once again, my actions have sent him to vet. It was probably a combination of smoke and anti-smoke candles that did him in. I’ve already begun eliminating all sources of typical irritants and hopefully, we won’t have any more problems.
They were able to weigh Istar before crating him, and DAMN! He weighs 15.2 lbs. He now weighs more than Hobbit ever did, but he carries it better. The vet wasn’t even concerned about it, but did say to not let him get any bigger. Hobbit, for the record, is down to about 12 lbs. and looking svelte!
P.S. Flash Gordon is possibly the worst show I’ve ever seen.
While talking to a delivery guy, a fly got into the house. I watched Istar jump around like some Cirque du Soleil performer trying to catch it for quite a bit while Hobbit just patiently sat and watched. I guess he got tired of it and left to do other things because a second ago, I heard a small thump, looked over at the door, and saw Hob enjoying her kill. Yes, Hobbit killed it with one swift blow.