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Still a furball.

A month ago we took Charlie (then unnamed) to the vet for the normal new-cat checkup stuff. We’d poked (but not prodded – like Martin Q. Blank in Grosse Point Blank, we respect our cat’s privacy), but asked the fill-in doctor to confirm what we thought – that Charlie was a girl. Both the doc and nurse had a good chuckle when they told us Charlie was a boy.

Today Charlie went back for the followup distemper shot, and our normal doc looks and says Charlie is a girl! Can’t say I feel good the first doc and nurse got it wrong, but they also told us Charlie was about three months old. Regular doc today says it’s more like 7 months. Huh. Who to trust? For now we’ll go with regular Doc, I suppose.

Thankfully the name Charlie still works, but I guess we should stop calling her Charles when she’s bad or Chuck when we’re feeling informal. Adrienne is thinking Charlotte for her real name.

p.s. – we also took Dudley for a urinalysis that sadly couldn’t be performed because he didn’t have enough pee in his bladder. Both cats of course get weighed when they come in. Charlie goes first, 4.0 pounds. As we struggle to get Dudley in the basket, I say, “Dudley is probably three Charlies.” Lo and behold, he was, on the dot!