Purred: Sun Nov 23, '08 10:56am PST |
 |  |  |  | Mom's worried. When she came out to the barn this morning, I was still in the locked feed room, which has never happened before. When Mom opened the door, I scooted right out. When I came back few minutes later, Mom saw that I can't put any weight on my one hind leg; she's afraid it might be broken. Of course, I refused to eat (although I'd eaten during the night), and once she'd put me down, I went and hid. She can't find me; I just knew she was gonna take me to the ER, and I didn't want to go. She took away the food and water, hoping I"ll get hungry and thirsty enough to come into the barn - and then, I'll just bet she'll grab me, stuff me into the carrier, and off to the vet we'll go in the morning!
The feed room was a bit disheveled, so Mom doesn't know exactly what happened.
If you could all purr for me, so that my leg's not so bad tomorrow, maybe I won't have to go to the hospital.
Thanks, furpeople! I know I can count on you! |  |  |  |  |
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