Aki says, “Being sick is no fun!

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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!

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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!


Sometimes it’s hard to be a cat!

Poe Chillin OutKing of the MountaintopI gotta tell you that sometimes it’s really hard to be a cat!  No matter how hard we try, my brothers and I  cannot seem to be able  educate the  two-leggeds with whom we are living to understand that by nature felines are  crepuscular creatures who are more active primarily during the twilight hours. These are the  hours before dawn and after dusk when it’s essential for us to hunt, catch prey, chow down and then carefully groom ourselves so no other predators can find us. It is only after that we can curl up for a nap.

Since the two hairless two- legged furless creatures with whom we live- a man and a woman- mistakenly think that it is esssential to get 8 hours of sleep a night, for some reason we cannot understand why they become enraged with us when our inner clock goes off and we awaken with a wicked appetite. After all, most everyone knows that  cats gotta eat; especially when they are starving to death! How dare they turn their backs on us, when we are crying out for food and put a pillow over their head in an attempt to ignore us?

And then they have the unmitigated  gall to want us to crawl up into their laps on their terms when THEY feel like snuggling with us.  I mean after all, we could be very busy chasing bugs or grazing on the carpet to catch a few morsels of food that they inadvertently dropped on the floor while they were watching TV.  I mean, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander!

At the same time although there are some rocky bumps in the road that we encounter while living with the two legged ones, to be absolutely fair there are also some great advantages. They do quickly learn that if the food they are offering us is not to our liking they are willing to open many of those tin cans in which our food is contained to make sure that something suits our fancy. We particularly are fond of the female two legged one who is always more than willing to  find some rare roast beef or roast chicken stashed in the “fridge” to tempt our taste buds. And the female is more than willing to offer one of my brothers some food early in the morning; especially when he continues to tap his paw on her cheek. She is trainable!

The reason that we decided to write  this blog is so my two brothers and me can share our journey into life with the two-leggeds and to explore the many reasons for having chosen to live with them. after all- all passionate cat lovers know that we find them even though they believe that found us! We hope that you will share some of your experiences with the furless-ones too to help in our search for the meaning of life in general. After all- aren’t we all seekers?