My brother, the learned Edgar Allen Poe is right on the money when he said that “at times it can be hard to be a cat” And when kitties are under the weather this is especially true!
Late last week my my tummy started aching and Momma Cat ( the two legged-furless female) was very concerned since I was hadly eating and was throwing up along with some other nasty, stinky issues about which I won’t bore or disgust you. Momma Cat called Auntie Erin, our pretty lady doctor to let her know that I wasn’t feeling well and she told her all the gory detail about my symptoms. Auntie Erin told her right away that she was worried too, and to bring me to her hospital that afternoon so thatI could start feeling better! Feeling better sounded like a plan to me!
Momma Cat put me gently in my little traveling case that was lined with my favorite pink towel and Daddy Cat put me in the car. A few minutes later we arrived at the hospital. But much to my shock and horror, we were greeted by one of the techs (that is what they call these two-legged furless ones who are not doctors so I learned). She was walking a big dog! He was a huge black and brown monster and he boldly walked up to my traveling cage and tried to sniff me. I wanted to hiss at him but didn’t have the energy to give him a piece of my mind. So instead I curled up into a ball and hid under the towel until the tech lady pulled him out of sniffing distance!
Shortly after the “on-call” tech lady arrived with keys to the building so we could get inside. Momma Cat and Daddy Cat brought me into the waiting room and the tech lady took me out of my traveling case to check me out. She told them that I was dehydrated. I had no idea what that meant but from the way she was talking it sounded like something I didn’t want to be. She told them that Auntie Erin told her to give me fluids (whatever that was), and some medications to help make me feel better. I really LIKED that since my tummy was really hurting.
The lady tech put me back in my traveling case and took me to another part of the hospital where she put me in a little wire house with some water and a fluffy blanket. The first thing I did was to hide under the blanket because there were dogs close to me in their wire houses that were making a such a racket that I was worried how I would be able to even catch a cat nap from all that irritating din!
But my worries were quickly interrupted when the lady tech took me out of my little wire house and stuck a needle in me and gave me the fluids and an injection of medicine which soothed my aching tummy. Then she put me back me in my little wire house and she fed me.
In the morning Auntie Erin checked me out and called Mamma Cat to tell her that I could come home that afternoon and about the medicine that she had to give me. Ugh- medicine? I was so relieved to be home again, and that everyone was so happy to see me that I couldn’t stop purring.
I feel better today and I am starting to play again with my brothers. But being sick is NOT fun and going to the hospital was very scary. And while I love my pretty lady doctor, I hope I never have to be there again overnight and have to hear yapping dogs!
Since I am still a kitten, I am curious to know if other cats react like I did when they aren’t feeling well. Have any of you been to a hospital and locked up overnight in a little wire cage; forced to listen to barking dogs?
Please leave a comment to reassure me!