Healthcheck...

... not mine though, for Miss Yo Yo. How quickly a year rolls round, doesn't seem that long ago I was struggling down the road with her in her huge box (never downsized it once Juno went), getting her jabs, stomach squished and thermometer stuck where one really shouldn't be stuck!
Meowed all the way in her MEOW tone, the one saying "you stuffed me in a box woman and when I get out of it you're so gonna get a telling off, you aint heard nothing yet!" I'm sure the people walking past thought I was torturing her somehow!
Once we arrived and checked in, Miss Yo Yo and another box stuffed with cat had a meow, meow, meow, meow, MEOW, MEOW chat, ooh the language! Just as well that I can't understand cat completely or I'm sure I would have been blushing!
Well suffice to say, after the usual prodding, squishing, shoving and item where she wasn't enthused yet still purred about, and jabbed with a needle, she's all okay! Always good to know as she is a bit stiff in her back legs (only 5!) and as her half brother died of cancer, there's always the thought that she may not be.
Vet says she is absolutely beautiful and they had a lovely "meow", "oh yes", "meow", "really", conversation going while Miss Yo Yo decided to shed half her fur all over the table! At least that's done for another year, though I think it's worming time, for all of us!