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On the Mend, Still!
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It turned out that the guy my humans got to take care of us over New Year's wasn't very bright. I snuck out of my private apartment New Year's Eve, and the other cats snuck in and ate my food. I didn't like it much up there anyway. I mean, how long can you stare at a bridge that's badly in need of sweeping? |
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And do you think my human brought us cats anything from this trip of hers? Of course not! She just brought home a couple of dumb folk art cats. At least the second one had a cool fishing pole. Naturally, she said I couldn't play with it. |
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The acupuncture treatments didn't do all that much good and I still wasn't feeling all that great. I spent a lot of time in bed.
So my human took me back to the vet which, to be honest, makes me feel even worse. I tried to hide my tail for protection. The tech even thought I didn't have one at first.
They weighed me again - I had lost a lot of weight!
So the vet said I should go back on the original painkillers for a longer period of time so I had a chance to get better. I hate having those pills stuffed down my throat. I wish someone would remind my human that she can put them in my food!
Anyhow, this latest remedy seemed to work, finally. I'm back to playing with my twist ties again, "ad nauseum," as my human says.
She got me a new toy since I was feeling so much better.
It's totally lame! My human couldn't figure out why I hated it so much, but it's even obvious to her dog-loving boyfriend. "It's dead prey," he explained. Duh!
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