I haven’t felt like drinking water recently. And when you have a helicopter mommy like I do, that’s not the best thing ever. So, she was already watching me. Then when I really didn’t feel like eating my dinner Wednesday night, she got all weirded out and started acting like something was wrong. She proceeded to pick me up, and stick that plastic thing in my mouth and sqeeze that nucky stuff. Eck! Then she rubbed my tummy, when it’s already feeling icky! Really!
The next day, still not getting that she should just leave me alone, she tries to force feed me. And I’m like, Mommy!! I just don’t want to eat! I know I need to, and I will when I’m reminded to! So, don’t put that crap in my mouth!!
Friday, she still wasn’t letting it go. So, she thought it fit to TAKE ME TO THE V-E-T!!! Just because I wasn’t drinking water, was barely eating, and wasn’t peeing. I can do what I want! I have my own area!
Well, the vet saw no problem with sticking a plastic thing up my rear end!! WHAT?! And then she HANDLED me all over. She squeezed and pulled and touched and listened to. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so abused in my life!!
Finally, after all the atrocious treatment, the vet let me run about a little bit.
At least that was ok. So then she told mommy that my “problem” was “non-specific.” Seriously? I can get very specific! You humans are my problem. Geez.
Then she took me from mommy, and jabbed a painful sharp thing in me!!!! Something about water and fluids. Then she gave mommy some medicine to give me. I, of course, will refuse to take it. I don’t care what mommy does.
She told mommy to wait until Monday to see if I get better. I AM better! Geez.. I just wasn’t thirsty. Why do humans get all worked up?!
I ain’t taking that medication, though.
Also, here’s me in the carrying cage
Why do humans put us through this stuff?
Edit: I took the medicine. Dangit!