While Revelly was getting her dentistry yesterday, Mom decided to haul ME off to the V-E-T. I don’t understand why. So what if I was sick to my stomach near the litterbox that morning? So what if I would not eat my breakfast? So what if I went in for the same thing in June? Can’t a cat make his own choices?

I guess not. They gave me fluids and a couple of enemas, and sent me home. You would think Mom would be glad to have me back. NOT! She hauled me back in there again today, just because I still wasn’t eating, and the procedures yesterday had not worked. Now I am stuck in several ways: I got bloodwork, an IV to administer fluids, more enemas, and no trip home.