Here is Bisquick, in all his glory.
We call this his OB/Gyn pose, even though he is a "he," and actually an "it." (Bless his heart.)
On the subject of cat health, click here. It's from the great cat minds at Cornell.
Bisquick may be sleeping with one eye open around here. Our first cat, Mannie, was "inherited" thanks to Michael's daughter Heather. This was around the time we were getting married. Mannie had to be put down within a year, because he was old and had pancreatic cancer. (Our priest came to the vet's and read a poem and prayed over him--sort of like Last Rites--while I was bawling all over the place.)
Then we got Levi, short for Leviticus, from the Humane Society. Great cat. Only, he came with a disease they didn't know about. Dead within six months.
Then two years ago, after we got brave again, we went back to the Humane Society and got Bisquick. Another tabby who seems quite healthy. Wonder what his BMI is?
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