I just left Batman at the vet. I feel quite guilty. Poor little guy; everytime he goes there he gets knocked out. Today they're knocking him out again to do a tooth extraction and possibly shave his upper left canine so that it's not digging into his gums so much. They also wante to do more X-rays on his legs but I said no.
NO MORE X-RAYS ON HIS LEGS DANGIT!!
The casts are due to come off this week anyways so at this point his legs will be what they are and if they've healed crooked, I am sure he will be fine. For the last 4 weeks he's been hopping around just fine on Popsicle sticks so there's no reason why his own two front legs wouldn't be just as good. He's an indoor cat too. Eating his kibble and playing with his buddy are his top priorities.
So I leave you know with one last photo of Batman's doctored up smile (which they will hopefully remove today when they do the tooth extraction).
This is how Batman feels about going to the vet.
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