Since I still wasn’t back to my old self, this past Monday morning Mamma Cat called my pretty lady doctor who told her that I hadda go back to the hospital. It was no secret to anyone that I wasn’t particularly thrilled to overhear that and when I knew it was a done deal when I saw her take my traveling box out of the closet. I tried to hide but Mamma Cat was determined to stuff me into my traveling box and she quickly got her way. Before I knew it, Daddy Cat put me in the car and drove me to the hospital.
Shortly after we arrived, a lady took me out of the traveling box and put me into a cage. In no time at all, my pretty lady doctor took me into another room to check me over to find out why I was so sick. I was poked and prodded, and stuck with needles. I gotta tell you I was not a happy camper. I heard my pretty lady doctor tell the vet tech that I was extremely dehydrated, and that I needed fluids. What, again? But this time to get fluids, my pretty lady doctor had to stick a needle in my vein. OUCH! I darn well put up a fight and I hissed and growled at her, but she ignored my threatening behavior. Then on top of everything, much to my displeasure, she shoved some pills down my throat and gave me an injection! OUCH!!
Trust me! I was a wild cat trying to get that sucker fluid line out of my leg, but one of the vet techs caught me in the act; hearing my struggles to get rid of it. To stop me from reaching it so I could pull it out, she put a plastic cone over my head. Didn’t she know that kitties hate to have cones over their head? Such indignities to felines must be punished. But I was much too weak to give her a hard time, so I just collapsed into a ball and didn’t move much. I thought to myself, “that will show her and she will feel sorry for me!” Maybe she did but she sure didn’t show it.
Believe me I wanted badly to take a catnap to preserve what little strength I had left in reserve because I wasn’t gonna take no crap from any of them techs. But then the D*Gs started barking and yapping and I couldn’t get a moment’s rest. Fellow cats, you gotta listen to me . . . if you have to go to the hospital insist that your pawrents demand that the doctors give you a TV or play some music to help drown out the D*GGY din! Those sounds made my hair stand on end! Some canines are so inconsiderate of little kitties who aren’t feeling well. HISS!!!!
But in all fairness I must say that the food they gave me was divine. It was a special food to help my tummy! My pretty lady doctor was so excited that I was gobbling it up! I was happy because underneath it all I kinda like her and I know that she wants me to get all better.
I was so happy to get home last night and feeling ever so much better. It was great to be back in Mamma Cat and Daddy Cat’s arms, and to be together again with my brothers. And the best news of all is that my pretty lady doctor sent me home with lots of that yummy special cat food! Perhaps being in the hospital does have some advantages. What do you think? Tell me with a comment.