I should have remembered that every December there comes a day when I get thrown in the Evil Cat Carrier and whisked off to the v-e-t to be stabbed in the back of the neck. My humans pretend they are doing this for my own good (something about "booster injections") but really it is just so they have my vaccination card up to date which means they will be allowed to dump me in the kitty jail next summer holidays.
Anyway, yesterday evening I was snoozing peacefully in my fleece bed next to the radiator when I was grabbed and thrust into the Evil Cat Carrier. The next minute I was outside in the freezing cold and dark being loaded in the car. I did a lot of meowing out of concern that we might, in fact, be off to the Kitty Jail or even on some mammoth drive to Devon Grandma's, but five minutes later we stopped outside the v-e-t's surgery. For once there was no one else in the waiting room, not even any annoying woofies, so I was soon on the v-e-t's table shedding huge clouds of orange floof all over him, heh heh. It was the Loud Australian V-e-t again whose loud voice makes me try to get back in the Evil Cat Carrier. He checked me all over and looked in my eyes and ears and listened to my heart and said they were all in excellent shape for my age. He weighed me and I have lost a little more weight - now I only weigh 17 and a half pounds, down from 18 pounds in August. Five years ago I was over 21 pounds! The v-e-t says there is not much flab on me now but I am worried about not being able to called myself Fat Eric any more! I don't want to end up as Skinny Eric!
The Loud Australian V-e-t was very pleased that my diabetes is still in remission after 15 months. He said my mum obviously did the right thing taking me off the dry food and putting me on the low-carb canned food. She is still checking my blood sugar regularly (we broke the glucometer the other day but have got a new one). The v-e-t said the only thing about me that wasn't perfect was the tartar stuff on my teeth but it's not bad enough for him to make me sleep so he can clean it off. Then he did the stabby thing in the back of my neck.
So, on the whole, I got a very good report on my health. Then I was taken home and given Greenies to get over the trauma.