The boys, Balthasar and Zeus, were due for their annual check-ups, so I made an appointment for them and the stray we decided to name Jaspar.
Balthasar, my senior pride and joy and love of my life, is 14 years old. I picked him up from the Lebanon, Missouri Humane Society in 1996, on my way out of town to begin my sophomore year at UMKC. He was a tiny kitten then. Here he is today:
Balthasar has a heart murmur, but the vets are watching it. They pronounced him fit as a fiddle.
Our next patient, Zeus, is my 6 year old hell-raiser. All curiosity and energy, we constantly remind him how fortune it is for him that he is adorable. He is a super healthy 13 pounds.
Jaspar's exam went very well. I should disclose the fact that I thought the cat was a girl and had named him Piper, but upon hearing he was a neutered male, we quickly changed his name to the more appropriate Jaspar. The vet thought him to be 5-7 years old. He, too, has a very slight heart murmur. Most importantly, he is free of the dreaded FIV/Feline Leukemia, so with a dose of vaccine for Distemper and Rabies and Fleas for all involved, he was welcomed into the house.
As you can see, he is having a terrible time getting adjusted.
Our goofy hound dog, Harper, wasn't intertested in posing for the camera. But, I'm happy to report, she loves Jaspar. The two newest members of our tribe can be found napping together, just not while the camera is out.