Ok, here's what happened. Back on Finally Friday, Mom saw Nina squintin agin an made a pointment fur her to see da vet lady. Dad woulda taked her to the vet lady, but Nina hided too good. Dad called them to say he couldn't bring her in cuz her was hidin, an Nina walked thru the room... MOL! Anyways, he reskeduled the pointment an left a PTU out. Acourse, I checked to make sure I didn't haf a new brofur or sisfur in that PTU, but it was empty. Then Mom putted the ofur PTU out, an it was empty too, cept when I was in it, makin shure.
Wul, by Easy Like Sunday mornin, Nina mostly stopped squintin, like I telled her, but I couldn't help it when mine eyes got red an gooey. So on Mancat Monday mornin, Mom grabbed Nina into a PTU an taked her out to the car! I thot I was safe an when Mom camed inside agin, I showed up to say g'bye. Instead of a big hug, Mom grabbed me an shtuffed ME into the ofur PTU! Then she putted me in the car, too! Is it legal to remoof us bof? What if a mouse gotted into the house?
Wul, I just made like I was not efun there so maybe Mom wood furget to take me into the vet, while Nina cried an cried. I nefur knowed Mom could carry us bof at the same time, but she did, rite into da vet's office.
The nice vet lady looked at Nina's eyes first an stole sum goop frum them fur a test. She's lookin fur what v-eye-rus we gots. Then she looked at mine eyes an cleaned them up, but they was still red an itchy. She opened sum teeny, tiny bottles an mixed em togefur, then shtuck shtinky medicine up my nose! Then it was Nina's turn; da vet lady mixed more of her tiny bottles an put medicine up Nina's nose! Affer lotsa blah, blah, blah talkin, Mom tooked us home.*
I finally mewed when Mom didn't let us out rite away. She brot us bof, in our PTUs, into da big bafroom an closed da door. Nina shouted, "NO! No baf! I didn't pee dis time! No baf!" I just purtended I wasn't der again. So Mom letted out Nina, grabbed her an putted eye goop in her eyes. Then she let go an Nina hopped into da sink to hide (I don't fink dat's a grate hidin spot). Then Mom letted me out. I knowed what was comin an tried to wiggle, wiggle, wiggle so da eye goop would get used up efurrywhere but mine eyes - but Mom gotted it in mine eyes anyway.
After all that torture, we deserved sum treats, right? Wul, Mom thinked so too cuz she broughted the Pill Pockets in wif us all. After goopin mine eyes, Mom gaf me 3 pill pockets an then she letted us out. Mmmmm, I like Pill Pockets.
Now she's catchin us an goopin our eyes mornin an nite, but I also gets a yummy pill pocket! Didja efur notice the crunchy center? It's not the yummiest part, but I try to eat 'em too fast to notice the yucky bit.
Mom, pleez put the PTUs away now... they makes us nervus.
Here's my bestest poor tortured tabby face:
PS I finded a GRATE new toy last nite! It's our Cat Dancer, but it was hidin an wigglin unner a crinkle sak! I just had to POUNCE an POUNCE on it! Nina gaf it a pounce or two, but not like me - I gave it BIG MANCAT pounces. What fun!
* The gist of the blah blah blah is, the vet is culturing a sample of the eye goo and gave Nina & Victor a vaccine for the most likely virus. They both get tri-optic eye drops and Victor gets an antibiotic as he's been sneezing and has a wheeze. This is the same viral URI as before; it never went completely away.
