"I think I can afford all of that, yes. Having a baseline to compare against sounds like an excellent idea. It's a bit different with cat illnesses than human ones, after all. Not like they can tell you what hurts or where."
Marian pulled a pen and a pad of post it notes out of her jacket pocket, and jotted down the name of the shelter. She stuck it down on the exam table near him, then chuckled as she tucked the things back in their pockets, "I think I've still got some distant family in Boston. Most of mine are in London or thereabouts. And Carver... does enjoy begging for human food, but he doesn't get it. So that should be easy enough. I've got a strong will where it counts."