Showing posts with label infection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label infection. Show all posts

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Caturday - Photo Hunters: Sad


The Photo Hunters theme, SAD, kinda fits fur Nina today. Mom werked late last nite (I thot it's a DAY huntin job) an Dad an the boy tooked furever to notice dat Nina had left a poop on the floor. Not just a reglar ol poop, but the bad kind that starts wif D. They saved it fur Mom to inspect an clean up. Wasn't dat nice? They said they didn't know how. An then she asked the boy to clean ALL the litter boxes, but then she had to clean the scoop an the sink an, wul, one small mess after another. All afore dinner! And as soon as our favoritest litter box was clean, Nina went an left a poop in there that starts wif D, confirmin dat it's her an not me. Cuz it was late, Mom said "Let's see how she is ofur nite."

Nina seemed fine an we all had a nice night in bed, but dis mornin, Nina an I was playin, then she ran to an old kitty bed of mine an, wul, she tinkled in it. It may nefur smell da same! I hope she wasn't tryin to revenge on me. So Mom washed the kitty bed and shut Nina in the human litterbox room an called the vet.

Then Mom tooked Nina sum food an water an I wented into the human litterbox room, too. I didn't like bein outside while Nina was inside, an she didn't like it eifur. But then we was bof shut in there, which wasn't so bad, actshully.

Well, Mom talked to the vet lady who was a little bit bery bizzy but wanted to see Nina, an then Mom camed to get Nina, but WOW Nina's quick! She scooted out an dove unner the big bed. Mom went in the bedroom an closed the door, so I didn't see the rest, but fur like 10 minutes, I could hear Mom runnin round the bed an talkin to Nina. Twice, I herd her say, "OK, THIS time yur not gettin away yaaaaaaa! Ow. Darn it." Finely, Mom camed out wif Nina in the cage. She looked worn out (Mom, not Nina) an when I looked in the bedroom, lotsa boxes unner the bed had been shoved togefur an stuff round the bed was all outa place. It musta been sum restlin match! Nina cried fur help, but I can't do nofin bout dat cage.

Wul, when they got home, Mom turned Nina loose an she wented into DEEP hiding. Like the deepest hidin she knows, unner the train layout in the basement. I herd Mom tellin Dad Nina gotted SHOT by our Aunty Byottics an has to haf pills efurry day fur awhile an if she's not better by Monday, they'll haf to go back. Poor Nina! She didn't mean to make those messes.

So anywho, Nina's sad cuz she don't feel good an restlin wif Mom an goin to the vet don't make her feel any better. I's tryin to make her feel better, but she don't wanna come out where I can lick her. Maybe dat's cuz I always go from lickin to bitin to restlin! She's just sooooo much fun!

So, here's da pictor I choosed fur SAD. Bonnie an I was bof SAD to see how Mom's plant was dying. Also, we's all still SAD dat Bonnie hadded to go to the Rainbow Bridge in May. I still miss her so much! Nina's purty good at hissin an growlin an efun whappin, but Bonnie... she was THE Attack Tabby.

We Bow Our Heads

Monday, September 29, 2008

Torbie Torture Tuesday

Victor told me not to let Mom see me squint. He didn't mention Dad. Instead of spending Sunday relaxing at home, I was shoved into Victor's carrier and went to the s-l-o-w vet for HOURS.* I told Mom I was OK and wouldn't rub anymore, but no one would listen.

Poor Nina - Cone 1

They did just awful things to my itchy eye and then dressed me in a HUGE clown collar! I couldn't even walk in it, so I took it off. Mom put it back on, but I just slipped out of it again. I tried to get on their computer to blog, but they took me away AGAIN and when they brought me back to Mom, I had this little collar. This collar I could tolerate. I could still see and eat and drink and rub my eyes... I shouldn't have let her see me rub my eyes.

Poor Nina - Cone 2

This is the new collar Mom got me. I can't rub my eyes. I can't do much of anything with this on! I'm so unhappy! It scrunches my ears and whiskers. It bumps into things. I keep backing away, but it stays on. Victor never had one of these for his eye infections. They said I rubbed too hard and made a teeny, tiny owie on my eye. Please take this off? I'll be good!

* Emergency vet. For some reason, they take forever!

Please send purrs, purrayers and healing mojo to Auntie Deb. She needs it even more than I do. Do you think they'll make her wear an e-collar after this?