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The Life of a Greek God

Oh, no!! Not the vet!

So, I had to go to the vet last Tuesday. My mom and dad were concerned because all of a sudden the litter boxes smelled horrible. They finally decided it was because of me and decided I needed to get checked out. I went in and the vet said he needed a urine sample and as it was already pretty late, I'd have to stay overnight. That wasn't much fun; there is a cat that lives there and he was teasing me all night that I was in a cage and he wasn't! The next morning after a lot of waiting, my mom and dad came to get me and talked to the vet for awhile. He told them that there were crystals in my urine and I was a big problem waiting to happen. So they got me different food and I had to start drinking special water and they started giving me pills every day. It has made me feel a little better so far, but I wish they'd stop with the pills already! Oh well, I like the new food (not that I'm picky), and mom says the pills are only for a few moew days and then I'll feel much better.

What a week!!

So this has definitely been a traumatic weekend!! The other night I, along with Simba, was astounded to discover that my food water bowls had been removed. They've been in the same place since we moved in so I couldn't figure out why my mom would move them. All I knew was that it had to mean BAD NEWS. Sure enough, the next morning Mom put me in my crate (which I don't usually mind) and dropped me off with people and other cats that I had never met before. I can't remember anything that happened, all I know is I woke up feeling very groggy and somewhat sore in my unmentionable area. Mom took me home and let me sleep in my crate. Then, I notice that I'm bleeding from whatever they did down there and Mom is rushing me back to the now-scary place again. It turns out that I untied something and that is what made me bleed. I had to stay there all night and my mom couldn't pick me up until the next day. We went home and I decided I felt well enough to try and sit in the window and watch birds. Trust me, it hurt to jump that high and I must have torn something because I started bleeding again! I had to go back in my crate and I was afraid i would have to go back to the scary place AGAIN! I cleaned myself up and didn't try to jump in anymore windowsills so that I wouldn't have to go back. Now that it is a few days later, I am feeling much better. I even feel well enough to wrestle with my sister Penelope and chase her around the house. I'm sure glad this week is over!