I was ready to clock her up the side of the head. The mocking woman, that is, not my poor brave Slightly Retarded Kitty.
But even though she was obviously distressed by her visit to the vet and even though she likely thought that, for some reason, we were going to abandon her at the the humane society, the SRK never once lost her good nature.
The vet, who well remembered Sputnik - the SRK's predecessor - and the extreme protection measures (chain mail gloves, thick blankets) that were required to protect the veterinarian staff from Sputnik's rage, was delighted. With a wide smile and while rubbing her hand fondly over the SRK's thick glossy coat, she declared the Slightly Retarded Kitty to have received an A+ in her examination.
She's put a little bit of girth onto her womanly belly over the winter, but I think a switch to some less calorically dense food and a little more outside time, she will be squeezing back into her bikini before summer.
I wish my own annual examinations were that rewarding.