And about time, too! Clearly, Dinah is not going to update her blog to tell you about me…
I’d got into a bit of a battle with one of those ornery cats from up the back and she bit me. By the time anyone came to see what the ruckus was about, I’d managed to do some retaliatory damage with my claws. Left-right-left and left again, all sharps extended.
Of course, being a fit and healthy little cat, with perfect skin…the wounds closed and everyone got on with things.
But the bites had left some germs in me and they went rotten. Dinah wasn’t too worried at first, but it turns out the bites were very deep and Dinah said Dr. Vet would have to use one of “those needles.”
So she stuffed me into the box-with-locks and hauled me off to Dr. Vet.
I was jabbed with a needle and Dinah brought me home. Not a biggy, I thought.
But at 5a.m. look what she did to me…
She shut me in the bathroom!
Oh! The indignity of it! Behind a locked door while Geiger ate her breakfast and I starved! Starved, I say! (And I might just add that my sister is a very noisy eater!)
Notice what time it was that she was scoffing and I was starving? Yes 5 o’clock in the beforebreakfast . At 8 o’clock in the after-breakfast time I was shoved back into the box-with-locks and off we went again.
We met Dr. Jo in the car park. Turns out, it was her birthday. Hahaha! She had to spend her birthday picking smelly old rotten scabs off smelly old rotten animals.
Dinah brought me home at 3 o’clock in the after-lunchtime. And, no, I did not have any lunch!But she relented and gave small small treats at dinner time.
And I counted up on all my paws how many pointy things were poked into me. SIX! Is that fair, I ask you?
Geiger helping to clean my wound.
Of course, when I was allowed to go outside again I had to make up for lost time. You’d think She’d be pleased when I chomped that big grass hopper that was going to eat her plants, but, no! She yelled at me that it would make me sick. She knows nothing.