January 5th 2007 4:38 pm
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Well, I belong to the Black and White Ankle biters club. They have one rule, you have to be an ankle biter. I don't actually bite ankels but I do get mom a lot when she can't do anything.
A little over a year ago, mom found a growth on my tummy and raced to the vet to have it removed. They didn't know what it was but they cut my tummy up and took this thing out. 3 months later it came back. So back to the vet we went. They cut this thing out and did lab tests and the test came back and the vet didn't know what it was. 4 months later, it came back again. This time the vet sent mommie and me to a "specialist" who took it out again, (ouch my poor tummy) and gave me all these yuckie meds that I was spitting out at mom and he put a feeding tub in me so she could give me the meds. Then changed them to other pills, which by Sept. of 06 the lumps were finally gone. Well I finally got to go outside and play after being locked up in the house for 6 months and it was sooooo good to get in the yard and roll around. When I got outside, my furr on my tummy was almost all grown back.
(now for the fun part)
When someone picks me up I kinda try to run for two reasons, it still is tender on my tummy and I don't want any more pills. (I think I'm an elephant, I haven't forgotten yet) But mom loves to check my tummy to see if there is anything else there besides me. So when she gets in the bath tub at night, I bust the door wide open so I can slowly stroll in and I give her the look like, don't hit me, I did't mean to open the door that far, and she gets up and closes it. Then I stand next to the tub with my tail held high and tight so when I'm standing with my back to her, and she's reading, my tail knocks what ever she is reading into the tub. She usually is fast and catches it before it hits the water. But then she starts to scratch me. All over. I try to purr but because of all the surgery's I think they messed up my purr spot, I make little noises but mom can feel when I'm purring plus I smile alot. She will be in the tub, scratching and rubbing me and I lay down on the bath mat, get in a ball and burry my face in the mat, at the same time I hold it with my front paws while bunny thumping it all the time while mom is scratching and haveing a good old time, then when she least expects it, BAHM!!!! I roll over and grab her hand and usually get her with all four paws and my teeth. She kinda goes uuuuuuuu, ouchie!!!!! and then I jump up and head for the door. Or sometimes I will just sit there out of her reach and look at her to see if she's gonna get up and get me cause I made her bleed. If I make her bleed, she shows me, and I go over, with head down, ears down and eyes looking up and give her a baby sandpaper kiss on her boboo. But she never comes after me.
So I guess I'm an ankle biter only I bite the front ankles! Well mom has four paws too, she just doesn't walk on the front ones as much.
She's a good mom, she lets me beat her up nightly. I think she feels bad that I had my tummy cut open so many times. I wish she would just stop feeling it. Heck I will let her know if it comes back, I wouldn't stop licking it the first time.
Anyhow, that's my story of being a member of the ankel bitters club. If you think you are an ankle biter, pmail me and I will send you an invite to the group. We do have fun. And now I can play all day long now that I'm not sick any more.
(just wish we knew how to get rid of the "Not that Dr. again" title on all the postings. One day we will get it.
Purrrsss and headbutts. Gray
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