I got
new-moan-ya. I think moaning is kinda stupid when you’re sick. I’m saving my
energy to just breathe. I wouldn't write today, but when Mom turned on Monster
to clean the carpets, it woke me up.
On Thursday,
she took me to my doctor who squeezed around my tummy, and it really hurt. She
sent Mom home with awful tasting food. Then Saturday, cuz I was shaking, Dad
and Mom decided I needed to see another doctor.
Scared they
were taking me to Snookie’s vet at Dr. Jackle and Ms. Pighyde’s place, I got
the super shakes. But then I remembered they don’t work on Saturdays. Ms.
Pighyde’s phone message says if the critter’s still alive on Monday, call them
back after 10 AM.
Like always,
first thing on Saturday, they pulled my tail up and stuck a stick in me.
Then they stuck a needle in me and took a whole lot of my blood—so much, that
when they took pictures of my insides, you could only see gray and white—not
one bit of red or pink. The gray stuff in my lungs is why I’m sick.
This doctor
said I don’t have to eat that yucky food. I can eat anything, and as much as I
want so long as it isn't salty. I liked her (Dr. Christy Webb) a lot—well, at
least until Dad tried to make me eat the pills she sent home with us. They’re
the worse thing I've ever had in my mouth.
Humans think
they know so much. I know something tasting that bad could never make me feel
better. Mom got special tuna strips to wrap around the pills. When I spit a
pill out, she ground it up and mixed it in the tuna. She quit trying to make me
swallow it when I started shaking and breathing hard. By this time I had spit tuna
stuff all over her shirt. Then Mom had to take a pill, cuz her legs hurt from
crawling under the table after me, and picking me up a bunch of times.
Like I said,
I gotta save my energy. I’m gonna get comfy right here in the office chair, and sleep
until I’m hungry.
© 2013,
Bernice W. Simpson
Oh no!! Get better Kitty Cat :(
ReplyDeleteThank you. He's not out of the woods, but we're hopeful. His pneumonia is evidently caused by a fungal infection--one of 3 types, said the dr. & we should know which one tomorrow. One of the 3 is highly contagious to other cats and humans. Dr. Webb impressed me with the compassion she demonstrated toward KittyCat, her sense of urgency to start medications, and the time she took to cover bases. We were the last ones in the clinic, and clerks were waiting for us to finish so they could go home. She didn't merely rattle off the results of his blood test done in their lab. She actually showed us the printout and went over it with us. I'm not saying the vet we've used since we adopted KittyCat lacks compassion or knowledge. She simply didn't realize how sick our baby is, and approached the situation differently. I am convinced, however, that he would not have made it through the weekend if Dr Webb hadn't treated the situation as life threatening.
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