Wednesday, February 09, 2005


Yesterday, Mom had to take me to the vet because I have raspys in my chest. Now I rode on her shoulder the whole way. Then I very politely sat in her purse. No, I was not about to ride in the plushy blue carry bag she had. Only her purse because it smells like her.

While I was there I sat very nicely on the table waiting for the vet and then when the vet came in, I showed her how cute I was by sitting by my Mommy and boggling and chattering in her ear. And STILL the vet poked, prodded, and listened with that big, cold flat thing while I PATIENTLY looked put out.

All that behaving and guess what? I have medicine to take for the next three weeks. Mom is really worried about me though because I am having such a hard time breathing. She even fixed spaghetti and garlic bread for me last night, but I wasn't hungry very much. The medicine taste foul!!!! However, Mom is pretty good at handling squirming rat even though it usually takes rolling me up in a towel to hold me, which really isn't necessary. I don't think. I still am able to slap away the medicine dropper with my hand. I slap hard too.



Blogger Roopunzel said...

Oh no! I hope you get to feeling better really really soon! You take care now & find a sunny spot to snooze in.


7:31 PM

Blogger Timmy said...

You hafta take your medicine if you want the raspys to go away! Don't fight your Mommy on this one!

10:09 PM

Blogger Max said...

I hope you get better soon. Yeah, having to take stuff sucks, but you have to do it. The Woman says that the Cat Who Came Before Me had to take tons of medicine every day because she had trouble breathing...so it's very important. But there's nothing wrong with making your people feel bad about having to give it to you. You might get special treats out of the whole ordeal.

12:00 PM


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