Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Rossi has a doctor's appointment


Rossi has an appointment with Dr. Judy on Saturday. Looks like he's closed the deal.

Posted by mister anchovy at 11:15 p.m.

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10 comments:

Red said...

He's so jowly, isn't he, your Rossi? Proper tom-cat face! I hope the vet gives him the all-clear and he can join your menagerie asap!

5:23 a.m.
mister anchovy said...

his paws are too big for his body too....adorable all around

7:00 a.m.
Karen said...

Way to go Rossi! You've infiltrated their secret lair...continue with your master plan and report back once your mission has been completed.

8:42 a.m.
sp said...

Yay Rossi! He looks quite settled in already. He's a lovely looking cat.

11:48 a.m.
Wandering Coyote said...

Excellent! I hope he's good and healthy. He's such a sweetie!

2:14 p.m.
Anonymous said...

He looks pretty damn smug over his new entitlement.

You should start an American Idol type competition for cats. Once a year you can assemble pictures of all the strays in your neighbourhood and we can vote every week until we have selected the new fur bearing bastard that will be living with you.

3:26 p.m.
mister anchovy said...

the other toms in the hood aren't impressed with Rossi because he's managed to get a regular gig. One day we came home and Rossi had 2 claws lodged in his head...I had to pull them out. No serious damage done but I bet it hurt!

5:37 p.m.
Karen said...

I love the look on his face "Take my picture and I'll kill you in your sleep, human".

Watch those claws in the head, you don't want them to get infected. My brother's cat's a scrapper and the same thing happened. They pulled it out but a few days later it was a big bump on his head that ooozed pus - can you say sudden trip to the emergency vet?

8:34 p.m.
Anonymous said...

Go Rossi,
He closed the deal!
Love, Lori

1:11 a.m.
Gardenia said...

There he is! What a great, dapper, animal. Rossi is a great name.

I fell asleep in my study the other night and my gosh - a jealous Tom came around under the window - such screaming. Being a musician - can you imagine if the vocal ranges of cats could be managed and they would sing into a microphone?

Our Tom, Psycho, is neutered, but he doesn't know it.

10:33 a.m.

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