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| I'm baack! Not large, but in charge! |
A couple of weeks ago I had to make an emergency visit to the regular
animal hospital. It was too late to go to the exclusive Country Cat Hospital.
Sigh. It was kind of a big place and there were dogs there. Okay, I only saw
one at a time, but it was scary. Mom wrapped me in a towel and had me in a
harness with a leash, like she usually does when she takes me to the vet. You’d
think I should be kept in a maximum-security facility of some kind!
There was a raw fish tank in the middle of the waiting
room--I mean a live fish tank. I’m not sure what good a fish is if you can’t
can it and eat it, but Mom said something about them being pretty and the clown
fish tasting funny anyway. (Mom made me write that. Isn’t it an awful joke?)
Anyway, the veterinary assistant took my temperature in the exam room. It was not a very nice
thing to do. I hissed—loudly! Then came the doctor and all that prodding and
poking. I couldn’t believe Mom and Dad let them take blood and x-ray me all to
find out that I had lots of gas. I could have told them that! Well, and that I
might have some kind of infection like pancreatitis or IBD (inflammatory bowel
disease). Mom just refers to it as BKT—barfy kitty tummy. That doesn’t sound
quite as important, but it still sounds sufficiently yucky, don’t you think?
After that they gave Mom and Dad some medicine for me to
take two times a day. It tasted awful! I tried writhing out of Mom’s grasp and
foaming at the mouth, but they were onto me. Again, she wrapped me in the towel
and tried to wipe the drool from my chin. A few times I got away. Ha ha! But
then I had to clean the medicine off my fur. Blecch!
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| Lilybits sleeping in the sunshine. |
For several days I did my best to ignore Mom. I was going to
show her and not be lured by food into her trap! I finally decided to lick
Momma awake on her nose this morning to make sure she got up to feed me. And I
got bored sitting by the back door, so I condescended to sit on her lap for
awhile. She should be thankful.
Her writing was much more productive today. No doubt thanks to me. I just hope
she doesn’t get too used to it. And by the way, I am feeling better. In fact, I’m
sure I would have felt better without an intervention, but at least I know my
humans care. Now they have to buy me special food. I kind of like that idea, since I am a special cat. Purr!
