I've been to the vet

About two months ago, Husse and Matte began to worry about me. I've been pulling fur, licking and chewing on spots on my body. The blood looks really dramatic against my white fur. My skin specialist (!) thinks it's a food allergy, so I'm on a food allergy diet. It works fine, apart from the fact that I still scratch. Not as badly though, but still. Matte still worry, so yesterday she took me to the vet. I don't mind going, it's kind of exciting with an outing.
At the vet's I got to check out every inch of the room and Matte held me so I could look out the window. I really enjoyed that! The vet, Rikke, was really sweet and I liked her a lot. I purred when she talked to me. And I had to purr-apologize to her too - when she took hair and blood samples she had to scratch me with a small knife. I did not enjoy that, so I growled. (Matte didn't even know I knew how to do that! She was very proud of me.)
And then a nurse came to pull some blood for an allergy test. She shaved and stuck a needle in me. I was surprised, but sat still. Once it started to get boring I skipped about a little and the nurse decided she had enough of my blood. I had a band-aid on my leg, but Matte took it off (as instructed by the vet) when we got back home, so that I could get cleaned up.
It is tiresome though, to have such an exciting day. I slept all afternoon, took Matte for a short walk around dinner time, and then slept all evening as well.
This is where Rikke took hair and blood sample

This is where I was shaved and had a needle pulling my blood

This is me, getting cleaned up