My dear feline friends! Please heed my warning. I don’t want you to have to go through what I did this past weekend!
The other day I discovered a little green frog hopping around our living room. I don’t know how it got there! But it certainly caught my interest. Being the skillful hunter that you know me to be, I immediately pounced on it, captured it and killed it with dispatch. Its little legs that I quickly devoured were extremely yummy!
However, all I was able to eat were its legs, because Poppa Cat saw it lying in the middle of the room and he took it away from me right away. He was kinda shocked that it was a frog since at first he thought it was just a piece of dried up wood.
Unfortunately the next morning I woke up with a major belly ache. I was throwing up all over and not at all interested in eating my breakfast. Mamma and Poppa cat started getting worried when I kept vomiting and running to the litter box.
Since I wasn’t feeling any better the following morning, without any warning, the two legged fur-less ones grabbed me up and loaded me into a little box thingie and put me into the car and off we all went to what they called a “veterinary hospital”. I cried as loudly as possible, but no one paid any attention to my protestations.
When we arrived at the hospital a vet tech took me out of the carrier. The first thing she did was to take my temperature. It was the very first time anyone did that to me! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me to have a thermometer stuck up my butt? The next thing she did – of all unthinkable things- was to trim the sharp tips off my beautiful long pointy claws. Oh the indignities with which a cat must put up !
But to make matters even worse, she stuck me with a needle and took blood out of my leg. Of course I fought hard with her and was generally uncooperative, but a big tall two legged hairless doctor came into the room and helped to hold me down so they could finish the job.
After they both were done with all their poking and prodding, they left the room, leaving me sitting on the cold metal table. I overheard the vet tech telling Mamma Cat that a pretty lady doctor would be soon coming in to examine me and give her the “blood work” results.
A few minutes later, a pretty lady doctor came into the room. I must admit that she was very nice and petted me gently the entire time she was talking to Mamma and Poppa Cat. She told them that she believed that my snack of frog legs was the reason I was feeling so lousy. It seems that frogs have toxic juice on their backs! She gave me shot of medicine to make my tummy feel better, and it worked in a few minutes. So I beg you- please don’t play with frogs or eat them!!
I am feeling a lot better today! I guess I am sorta glad that Mamma and Poppa Cat took me to the veterinary hospital after all. But I ain’t gonna tell them! Let’s keep it our secret.