October 6th 2008 9:42 am
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I'm mad at mom. I mean really... can't she watch where she puts her giant feet?!?!?
About 2 weeks ago one of my toenails fell off. It was really long and thick, and had split the last time the vet trimmed it, and mom was getting ready to take me in to the vet so I decided to make it go away. When mom left for her morning walk with the dog I had my big horny-toenail, and when she got back it was (POOF) magically gone.
She was monitoring my toe, and while it seemed a bit sensitive everything looked OK so I got to skip the vet visit. Until now.
This morning mom was making my breakfast. She usually keeps a pretty close eye on me since I stay very close while my food is getting prepared. I was on her left, next to her left foot, but I guess she didn't notice when I moved behind her and to her right. She stepped back kinda fast and... CRUNCH-MEOWR-HISSSS!!!!!!!!
I ran as fast as I could to my little perch where I eat my meals, and mom ran behind me as fast as she could. I was so mad I hissed at her and laid my ears flat. Can you believe she STEPPED on me? AGAIN??? Then stupid Sydney-pup tried to sniff at me so I hissed at her too. I had decided I was mad at the world.
Mom took Sydney upstairs and locked her in the bathroom with daddy who was showering, then came back to check on me. I was hiding behind the dining room curtains. Mom came close and this time I let her, and she saw that my back foot was bleeding... with a quarter-sized puddle of blood under it. Mom nearly started sobbing she felt so bad, but all I really cared about is that my foot hurt.
Mom got my big hard-sided crate, and put a fresh towel in it, then gently got me inside. She went to call the vet but the line was busy. In the meantime I'd had a few minutes to myself, and decided I didn't want to be in the cage anymore. I started to complain (MEOW! MEOW! MEOW!) so mom came downstairs and opened the door. She seemed very relieved that I put weight on my foot, and that there were no bloody footprints... I was trying to prove that it wasn't really that bad. Mom put my food down and I even ate right away so she'd know I was feeling OK.
But nooooo... she locked me in the bathroom so I wouldn't run around too much while she was at work AND I have to go to the vet. pouting
Mom is taking time off from work this afternoon to get me to the vet, who thankfully had one appointment open today. Hopefully they'll just clean it up, tell me that everything is fine, and maybe give me some antibiotics to make sure I'm clean and clear. But really... I think mom should have to install lights and a siren (like school buses have) so she goes BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP before backing up or changing direction.
Kitties... beware... mommies with big feet are clumsy and dangerous. I'll keep you all posted on the outcome of my appointment today. Wish me luck!
Pouting Purrrrrrrrrrrs,
- Seamus
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