My New Day

OH THE HUMANITY!

What is this horrible, awful, dreadful thing the humans call a "Holiday." Mine was nothing even remotely resembling a holiday. It was more like a prison sentence! First of all, Mom and Dad got worried about me on Tuesday. I had to go in to the Dr. because I was doing weird things with my mouth. I seemed to be hurting after my surgery so we went to the doctor. They put me on some more meds because it seemed I was just in a little extra pain healing and it wasn't a problem. They also gave me some of my vacs again, and those didn't agree with me. I started throwing up at night and I threw up EVERYWHERE! Now that I think of it, Mom looked a little funny sitting there watching TV with a bottle of Resolve between her legs waiting for me to throw up again. Mom and Dad got a little worried so they called the emergency hospital and they said it is common after vaccinations and they could either bring me in for some anti-nausea stuff or wait another half-hour to see. They decided to wait a little bit and then I drifted off to sleep and the worst was over.

But then the next day, Mom came home early from work. She kissed me and loved on me and I thought things were going great... but then she said something about having to go to a hotel. I thought Mommy was going to a hotel until she pulled out that blasted carrier, the bane of my existence!!! She put me in and packed a bag with my toys, my favorite blankie and some nip... oh and my soft food. At that point I knew this couldn't end well. She took me to a place called Caroline's Pampered Pets. Yeah right! If I wanted to be pampered I'd have stayed home with my bubbies and slept on my favorite couch cushion all day and night. Not to say this place wasn't fairly nice, but it wasn't home. And they didn't know how to give me my medicine. They didn't do it right and I hissed at them. Day 1 I was victorious. I didn't even have to take it, because everyone was too scared to try. MUWAHAHAHA! I had to stay there for 4 days! Hear that? 4 DAYS! I couldn't wait for Mommy and Daddy to come and get me on Saturday. Daddy even let me sit in his lap on the car ride home so we could cuddle. And then it was really good to be home. I didn't stay mad at them and I think that made them happy. Anyway, my nightmare is over.

Love and purrs,
Nigel