Well kitties, here I am on Sunday, holding Daddy's leg down and trying to get back to my old self.
AND I bought myself another trip to see Dr. Joe yesterday morning. So while you are reading this I am back at the kitty Hotel California getting Sub Q fluids and hissing at the staff to spring me out of here. I gotta' tell you kitties, as much as I love the 'rents - they were hovering. Over me. It was a little annoying. "Has he eaten? Has he used the box?" Geeeeeezzzzzzz....gimme' a break, will ya? And as far as eating goes, what in Bast's name are you trying to
get me to eat? Where's my
old stuff? Where's the treats? Where's the tastes of the human food?
Honestly, this new food isn't that appealing to me. And I sorta' feel bad, because my sibs have to make the switch along with me. Truthfully, they are a little hissed off about it. Parker is sure she's going to pass away from starvation, Puff and Powder are being a little more gracious about it. But, there's no bargaining with the 'rents, they are committed to my getting better and not having to go through this again with me or with
any of us.Think good thoughts for me kitties and I wouldn't mind if you'd Fed Ex me a roast chicken or a little somethin' somethin'. Here's hoping I get to come home today, much perkier and less hissy.
