Zip got a perfect rating from the vet—A plus. He’s in a wonderful condition, which was good to hear.

We got Zip into a crate (Maria did, and she had to chase him all over the pasture) for his annual check-up with Dr. Roosevelt. He had complete treatment and a meticulous examination. I got mercillessly ribbed by Dr. Roosevelt and the staff. I said for years that I’m not a cat person, but a dog person, and they all rubbed my nose in it, laughing. They said there was no question about my loving a cat anymore.

“You can see it,” she said, “he’s your cat.”

I was anxious but very happy to hear the results. He will be back again in June. She recommended some occasional kibble to keep his teeth as clean as they are. He gets some kibble twice a day. He is fully vaccinated as he was last year.

Maria was heroic in catching him and getting him into the crate. He didn’t like it in there but calmed down when he got out.

Zip rushed over to me when the crate opened up; I held him for a while, and then Maria took over. He did calm down when he saw.

Dr. Roosevelt checked Zip’s teeth. The teeth are perfect, and the gums are a bit red. One day, we may have to have his gums cleaned; for now, they are perfect. She said Zip was in ideal shape and weight, with great eights and a soft and healthy coat.

Tech Cassandra calmed Zip down. He did like the people once he got out of the crate.

He didn’t want to come out of the crate, and when he got home, he rocketed out of the car and up to the top of the woodshed. There’s a cozy blanket or two up there, and I suspect he sleeps in there sometimes.