A Trip to the Vet
Ghlaghghee and Zeus went to the vet today, and while it’s probably not accurate to say a good time was had by all, because cats are strangely resistant to calling getting a set of shots a “good time,” nevertheless a necessary time was had by some, namely, the cats. Those of you expecting bloodletting on my part will be disappointed to know that the cats were very well behaved. Hardly anyone’s corneas were clawed off in feline rage.
The vet’s prognosis: Feline Eosinophilic Granuloma Complex, which sounds like death, but which is a fancy way of saying “hey, your cat’s got an ulcer.” FEGC ulcers on cat lips are in fact relatively common, and can apparently be treated with a combination of corticosteriods (which Ghlaghghee got a shot of) and antibiotics (which I’ll be jamming down her throat twice daily, thanks for asking). This is a relief because while Ghlaghghee didn’t appear to be in any sort of pain from it, it was still worrying, and I was concerned that we might have to a lipectomy or something. Fortunately not. In other news, cats verifiably have lips, which is a little weird.
The good news is that by and large both cats are healthy, fit and likely to be around for years to come. Which is what you like to hear.