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Mommy grilled chicken last night. She wrapped the pieces in foil so they wouldn't burn but they would still have that good grilled taste. Last night I got into the trash and ate the foil. It was yummy. Mommy didn't know which one of us did it although she thought it was me because som cat had vomited foil and I was standing nearby.
Mommy decided it was a good idea to take both of us to the vet. The vet was busy, busy. There were dogs there and cats. They even had a horse that they called "a mastif." I hissed and spit and growled but not nearly as much as Marina. I dealt with it all day and was fine. When mommy came to get me I finally vomited and it had foil in it. The vet, well, not the one that treated me today, told mommy that we have to observe me carefully for the next day or two but she thinks it's all over.
The vet that took care of us all day got bitten by Marina *stifles a giggle so Marina won't see* Marina just couldn't take it any longer. It was kind of a raw deal being around all those sick cats and dogs all day and Marina is perfectly fine.
Mommy said I may have to go back to the vet tomorrow if it looks like I'm having any problems. Thankfully Marina won't have to go with me.
The good news is there is no medical reason I keep peeing on mommy's bed. The bad news is there is no medical reason I keep peeing on mommy's bed. Mommy was hoping for an infection that could be treated with an antibiotic we haven't tried yet. Quick fix, everyone is happy. Well, that isn't the case. Now mommy has to find a way to get me to stop peeing on her bed through behavioral modification. I don't know though. I really like peeing on her bed.
Today I wanted to show her how much I love her so I brought her my favorite treat...a two inch big fat green grasshopper. She didn't scream but she walked away. I ate a little bit of it and left the rest for her to clean up. She swept it into the garage. Now she has the shakes. She said next time I better bring in a mouse or bird but no more bugs. If it has more legs than me, it's outside only.
This summer hasn't been very adventurous except with tasting new things. Bacon was great, quail wasn't so great. Today I tried Coca-Cola. Mommy wasn't worried when I was sniffing it. She remembered how much Marina hated it and she knew it wouldn't be a problem for me to sniff it. Guess what? I liked it. I took a lick and mommy let me. Then I took three more licks and she made me stop. Caffeine is not good for kitties in any amount. Who knew a kitty would like Coca-Cola. I also like iced tea. Mommy learned earlier in the summer that she has to keep me away from tea. Every kitty has its quirks. I guess mine is liking foods I'm not supposed to have.
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