October 26th 2011 8:02 pm
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Dad got a call this morning. I'm doing exceptionally well and getting back to my usual self. The doc figures it's better for me to go home today than to stress myself there another day. So Dad picked me up and got the instructions on taking care of me for the next few weeks and we went home. First thing was that I used the litter box. Then I hid in the bathroom. I wasn't in the mood to eat or drink. I have to take SO many pills now. I fought Dad so hard he called the in the nice lady neighbor to hold me down so I could get one of the smaller pills! We got a pill popper now which means he can give me my meds easier.
I'm hiding right now, I'm still mad about what happened and I hurt from the stitches. It's a critical time and things can still go bad. I need to keep my fluids up but I'm not too interested in drinking. Wish us luck!
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This is more good news Sarge! I hope the pill popper works. I have heard of Greenies Treats having Pill Pockets where you put the pill in the treat, and while the cat eats the treat he's eating the pill too!
Sometimes dad crushed my pills really finely, in my food.
I hope you're always going to have good news!
There is also this website about pilling; my Dad wishes he knew about this a few years ago.
O Sarge..we go out of town and look what happened to you! I am so glad that it was something treatable, and being home is the best medicine. Don't stay too mad at Dad..he was only trying to help you feel better. Well, it is ok for a bit, just to let him know who is boss. Sending you huge purrs.