Well Tomorow is the big day, Ditto is getting a full physical and bloodwork done. He is truly my little guy, he loves to play "fetch" he will chase a wad of paper, retrieve it, drop it at our feet so that one of us can throw it for him to re-fetch. I've had him since he was 6 weeks old, he is four years old now and a huge part of me. Tony and I are determined to do all that we can for our two remaining cats and that includes be on guard for their health. A cat can't tell you when it's ill or hurt, so I have to be observant and watchful. I've learned over the years to tell any negative symptoms. So far Ditto has shown none except that he is grieving for Furgus his adopted brother.