with Benny. His appointment was at 10:30 and wouldn’t you know I couldn’t find him anywhere? I had my keys and phone ready, the carrier on its side so that I could just plunk him in.
If I could find him. I looked for about fifteen minutes and was on the way back into the house to reschedule his appointment when I saw him. He was covered with dried grass, so I have absolutely no idea where he was. I don’t know of anyplace in the yard that has dried grass that he could have been laying in. I called him, he came over to me and I walked towards him, we met halfway, I picked him up and brought him in, and plunked him into the carrier.
I didn’t have a long wait, went into an examining room, Benny got weighed (he’s lost about a pound since last July, most of the cats have been losing weight since we switched to Felidae) and the vet came in shortly. He checked out Benny’s eye, put deadening drops in it, stained it and looked under a blacklight. And the diagnosis is there’s nothing that can be done. He’s just got some sort of calcium deposit in the cornea. It doesn’t bother him, it’s not life threatening and he’ll just learn to look around it.
The vet did a short little health exam, looking in Ben’s mouth, listening to his heart (“this cat is in really good shape!”), and he noticed all of the mat’s on Benny’s tummy. I told him Ben will not let me comb him and I was waiting for the weather to stabilize before I made his annual grooming appointment. (Which I did right after I paid for the visit, next Wednesday Benny goes in for his annual lion cut.) The vet felt sorry for him and told Vanessa to go get the clippers. She brought them back in and Benny’s belly is now shaved, so I’m sure that feels better.
So, we’re back home and happy. I’m glad Benny’s eye is okay, but I sure wish there was something that could be done about it. It looks weird.