Karen Jo: It is a little frustrating. The solid poops appear about every other day with very thick pudding poop in between. Tuesday I started Herman's pulse with the antibiotic, so maybe that will help get him to solid poop all the time. I am very hopeful that he will get completely back to normal very soon.
I am really enjoying life and having lots of fun. Mom put my wand toys in a big vase and I played with my mousie all by myself for quite a while. I whap my nip ball around and play soccer with Mom. I watch the birdies on my platform and I really got into waking Mom up for food again.
Karen Jo: You were one hungry kitty last night. You woke me up three times before 8:00 am for more Stinky Goodness.
You did say that you missed my pre-dawn wake up calls. Well, you don't have to miss them any more. You had some interesting food for lunch.
Karen Jo: I had a catfish dinner from the nearby take-out place. I didn't give you any catfish because the cornmeal breading has hot spices in it.
I was more interested in something else you had.
Karen Jo: That surprised me. I never knew that cats liked coleslaw. You were so interested in it that I gave you a little, thinking that you would just lick the dressing, but you ate the cabbage, too.
It was yummy. Do I really have to go to the v-e-t in the morning?
Karen Jo: Yes, you do. We need to get that nasty mat off your side. You will feel better when it's over.
I suppose I will. I just don't like to go there.
Karen Jo: We will go with your foster Mom and Miss Kitty. You can meet her through your PTUs.
I just want it to be over with. You say I won't have to go back again for a long time, right?
Karen Jo: That's right. You won't have to go back unless you get sick again, because I think the Furminator will keep you from getting any more mats. At least I hope so. If everything goes well, you won't have to go again until next spring, when it's time for your wellness exam.
That sounds great to me. Maybe taking the nasty medicine is worth it after all.
Guess what? Thursday is my birthday. I will be three. I am trying to talk Mom into having a party for me.