November 13th 2009 1:44 pm
[ View A Comments (3) ]
Dear friends, care to guess where I just came from?
That terrible cat & dog tortury that the humans call "veterinary hospital"
I was sleeping ever so comfortably on my blanket box when I was rudely scooped up by Papa and put into that hateful pink portable jail.
Yes, yes, then the car ride to the Tortury.
At the Tortury, even though we had an appointment, we had to wait awhile. There were a lot of Emergencies today. That's ok, I have nothing but time and if any of my family had an emergency situation I would want the understanding of other kitties and doggies while my family member was urgently attended to.
After we went back into the private torture chamber room, my temperature was taken, my incision looked at, my belly poked and prodded.
All looks good.
I don't have to have my stitches out - because I don't have any on the outside. All the stitches that were inside of me were the dissolving type.
I'm eating my special food and making my * Sweets products* as normally as anyone could hope for. In fact I heard my family say "That now when I pee, they can actually hear the *flow*."
How weird are they anyway?!? What are they doing listening???
I just started my second bottle of antibiotic yesterday. That's the one without my pain medicine mixed into it. No more pain medicine for me. That's ok too, I'm feeling much, much better.
I've been so thankful to be home and with my family, that I've been extra loving. Crawling up on them and curling contentedly on them to take my naps. I want them to know that I love them and that I love being home.
Good news, Sweets!
We're all so glad you're feeling better! Hooray!
Great to hear good news!!