Hi Guys… yeah… my Moms rushed me to the ER Friday night. What a nightmare. I was there for like 4 hours!
It all started because I had been feeling a little down. And, not eatin’ much. I dunno why. It is what it is. But, my Moms noticed my mood and then she had plans to go to Durham (and leave me alone, of course…). So, to make sure nothing bad happened to me, she asked my cat sitter Miss Sharon to come by.
“Sharon, Alfred seems down, legthartic. I don’t know why. And, he’s still not eating right. But, I have to go out of town. Would you mind looking in on him for me,” my Moms frantically wrote to Miss Sharon.
“Yes, of course. I’ll even stop by twice. Don’t worry about the costs. I want to make sure Alfred is okay,” Miss Sharon emailed back.
Then, Miss Sharon came by and found out I hadn’t taken a dump since my Moms left and I wasn’t peeing either. She got all worried, and called my Moms. Miss Sharon also found this high-class, expert pet hospital that told her to bring me in right away because I might have blockage – which could be fatal! So, my Moms rushed back from Durham to take me to the pet ER.
Moms was a wreck. So, I had to be the calm, cool, collected cat. I got into our new Mercedes Grandpops gave us after he got his new car and I didn’t even pee all over the place. I held it in to be impressive. Plus, I was sad I was in some foreign car: I miss the old Benz – all the places my Moms and I went in that car. But, it died after 15 years – and I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye!
Any way, I saved my peeing for the doctors. I peed all over them. So, I guess I wasn’t so blocked up after all. My Moms wanted to come back into the ER examination room with me but it wasn’t allowed.
“Ma’am, we’re going to have to muzzle King Alfred and sedate him because he’s trying to bite everyone, acting like he wants to kill people,” the vet came out and told my Moms.
“Well, Alfred is very sensitive. That’s why I told you it would be better, if I came back there and got Alfred settled into his cage while he waits for you. Maybe if I just stepped in and he saw me, he would calm down.” Yeah. My Moms defended my bad behavior. But, guys, I don’t like people touching me and all. They deserved to be bit. Who do they think they are? Only my Moms (and Miss April) are allowed to touch me!
“That’s against State regulations, Ma’am,”
So, guys, I was on my own. Back there in that frightening ER room all alone, waiting for the vet to come do blood and urine work on me. Do you know how frightening that was?!
Here I am in my cage with my muzzle on – waiting. How humiliating. How embarrassing.
I was like terrified and began thinking how much I appreciated my Moms. Maybe she isn’t as bad as I told you all in my last post. I mean she did get back home in time to take me to the pet hospital. If I had had blockage, I would have survived.
In any case, after my urine analysis and blood work (I can’t believe they put a cathether in my leg again. How humiliating). I was given a clean bill of health.