Had some unhappiness this past week. Daisy came down with a case of the barfs and a serious pooey-bum. Got her tail all pooped up and was draging dingleberries all over the house. We were, of course most concerned. We tried to clean her up. That went over like a lead balloon. Somehow, I managed to get smacked in the back of the head by a very wet, cold, poopy tail. Repeatedly. My only consolation was that Daisy was substantially less happy about the whole affair than I.
We did get in to see Dr M, one of our fine, fine vets, for a check-up and a bit of a sanitary bath. We had to leave her there for a couple of hours, though. Once the vet got to her there was some serious Sturm und Drang. Poor Daisy was terrified and refused to allow the vet to do anything. Dr M didn't feel that Daisy was in immediate danger and wanted us to simply keep an eye on her and monitor her condition, bringing her back if she continued having troubles. So far, so good, though.
One funny note in all this (aside from the wet, poopy tail head-slapping episode)...the vet who chiefly cared for Maddie, Dr G, was at the front counter when I picked Daisy up. As Dr M (Dr G's husband) described how Daisy resisted his best efforts, Dr G laughed and said "You got beat?!" then Dr G turned to me. "He should have seen Maddie, that force of nature!" Don't know why, but it made me feel kinda good.....
Back to Daisy... She's home and is apparently well. We think she might forgive us at some point in the future.
You can shog right off, tosser!
or maybe not....
Wait...even if I'm under the covers, I'm still in the house. They might be able to grab me again if they've a mind too! That's bad.
Aha! Got it!
I jimmy the screen, slink along the ledge, shinny down the downspout, leap across the alley, head down the fire escape, hop onto the back of a messenger bike headed for 5th Avenue and I'm lost in the hustle and bustle of the big city! That vet will NEVER find me! Bwah-ha-ha!!
Actually, that window is about fourteen inches from the ground. I think she lives in her own little world, sometimes....
She really has done well, getting back to normal. She may even have forgiven us.
...Maybe.....
daisy; we are sorry to learn of your incident; being a fluffy tailed cat; I totally understand where you're coming from and would not allow anyone to touch my purrsonage either. Perhaps you just had a case of bad stomach troubles for the day. we are glad you're back to your old self and just because you CAN, continue the back of disrespect for another day or two.. hugs from dai$y =^..*= ♥♥
Posted by: da tabbies o trout towne | July 31, 2017 at 09:37 AM