now, a 76 might not sound like much of a passing grade, but considering an A=40-130 for a non-diabetic cat, i don't think she could have done much better.
hot diggity damn.
and, in following the tradition of the week, she made virtually no fuss at having her blood drawn. a different vet came out to take her back for the stick and as it turns out, ttyki shares yet another tradition with me: she is known to vets for her violent opposition to having her blood drawn.
me: she's a pretty grumpy cat, so watch out.
vet: ah... thank you for the warning. wait... is this the white cat [tilts carrier up to see inside and halts halfway there upon immediate recognition]? oh yes, i remember her. thanks for the warning.
but before i ever heard any of the awful, prolonged, agonized cat noises i heard a week ago, the vet returned with the carrier.
me: you already did it? but i didn't hear anything.
vet: yep. she was really good.
me: really? she didn't try to bite or anything?
vet: it went pretty quickly. she let out one hiss and that was it.
one of the first things i did upon our return home was to give ttyki two treats and cross syringes off the grocery list.