Edgar Allen Poe’s warning, “Don’t eat Frog’s Legs”

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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.

Our New Friends: Christine and Oliver

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Sir Hubble wants to know: Doesn’t Oliver look like me?

I have to confess that I am jealous of the time Mamma Cat spends on the Internet. Purrsonally I think that she wastes too much time hanging out online doing  lots of research, writing stories, and “chatting” with kitty lovers; many of whom she will never meet in her entire lifetime!

But I really began to understand why she gets so friendly with these folks.  Yesterday afternoon we all got to meet Christine; one of her friends she met online.  This very pretty two-legged furless lady is for sure an avid kitty lover. Mamma Cat found her on “Facebook”. She really flipped out when she saw a photo of Oliver, one of Christine’s cats.   In fact, apparently Oliver and I look so much alike that we could be brothers! Poppa Cat was also amazed when he got to see Oliver’s photo; but when Mamma Cat showed it to me, I felt I was gazing at my reflection.

Christine showed us more of her kitty photos, including one of Owen- a little chocolate point Siamese kitten who was very lucky to have found her. He isn’t old enough yet to become part of her family, and she can hardly wait until May when she can take him home! I know that I  will be talking more about him in the near future!

Speaking of reflection- I would like to reflect on yesterday’s visit. Christine is a special lady who simply adores cats.  From the minute she saw Aki, my little brother, she fell in love with him. She also thought that Edgar Allen Poe was a handsome devil. I loved the way she talked to me about Oliver.

I just wish that Aki wasn’t so skitterish around strangers- especially if they happen to be ardent felinophiles.  I mean, I could totally understand it if they hated cats. We are so sensitive to those of that ilk!!

I kinda felt sorry for Christine since Aki was too scared to snuggle up in her lap. It would have been fun for her to be able to hear rumbling purr.  Aki needs to get used to company so he can show off for folks he hasn’t yet met.  I think it would be helpful if Mamma and Poppa Cat socializes more with the two-legged furless ones! I’m going to suggest this to them as soon as I am feeling better. Since I am the elder kitty around here, they always heed my advice.

However, unfortunately I’m  not feeling very well at all this morning!  Mamma Cat got worried and called one of the Pretty Lady Doctors who told her to bring me to the hospital right away! Poppa Cat is taking me there and we all  hope that she can quickly make me feel better. But I am sure that Mamma Cat will keep y’all posted.

This said,   while y’all waiting, I do have a question for my fellow kitties.  Do you get skitterish when new people visit your home?  Tell me in a comment.

My Overnight Hospital Tale: Aki Tells it All

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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.