Well, here we go again. I'm back at the hospital. Mom and dad came to visit me last night, and I dictated this to dad so he could write it up this morning. Overall my health improved after having those bad teeth pulled, but lately I just haven't been feeling too well.
Mom and dad have been trying different canned foods, most of which I could spew right back at them, and they've been sticking me in the back of my neck twice a week which fills me up like a water balloon.
Fluids shmuids! I thought I was drinking plenty. Anyway, these last couple of days I just haven't been myself, and I gave them a scare because I've been so lethargic, my peeing and eating habits have been different, and I've been kinda wobbly, so here I am. In the damn cage again.
About the only thing positive I will say is this heating pad they have me laying on. Not much of a replacement for mom's or dad's laps, but it'll do.
Turns out I have a urinary tract infection, I'm dehydrated again (go figure), and my kidney levels are off again. So now I'm loaded up on antibiotics, anti-vomiting something or other and appetite stimulants, and locked up in this damn cage with a bunch of cats and dogs, if you can believe it.
I asked for a private room, but no go. I gave mom and dad the evil eye last night, but I was too exhausted to do much more than that.
Note to mom: thanks for wiping up my heavy drool. They'd just given me my meds before you guys walked in, and I can't stand the taste of that sh*t.
Just wanted to give you fair warning. This is this week's TMI post. Dad occasionally sleeps in his underwear, and one night last week it must've been a little warmer than it has been. He shuffled out of the bedroom in his unmentionables, and, after pouring his first cup of life headed straight for the shower.
This is all fine and normal, but when he got out of the shower he realized he hadn't brought any clothes out with him and, not wanting to risk waking mom, spent the morning in his birthday suit.
Needless to say this was one morning I didn't want to spend on his lap, so I hid under the futon and fell asleep while he sat in the rocker and read, did some writing, and carried on with his morning routine as if it was normal.
I'm so sorry if this mental image ruins your day. It was like watching an episode of "Hotel Hell", seeing Chef Ramsay getting undressed and stepping into the shower the way he seems to like to do in almost every episode.
Though I'm all for prancing around in the buff (a way of life for us felines) who wants to see that, right?
Okay, so I'm a black cat. And it's Halloween. So what. It means nothing to me, never really has. I'm tired, I'm old, it's getting cold (yeah, yeah- I stay inside. Let me gripe already!) and I don't have the Halloween spirit this year.
We never get trick-or-treaters around these parts, so we just left the outside light off and mom and I sat and watched dad nodding off while we were watching a movie. Cheap entertainment, I guess.
I'm on their sh*t list right now. I kind of had an accident on the floor last night, so I'm lying low. No cutesy pictures, no witty or clever wordiness.
It's storming heavily right now. Sounds like maybe some hail, too.
Mom wants dad to do some painting around here today. Gonna be a cold, gray miserable day. Good day to paint, I guess. I'm off y'all.
