Category Patch the Pirate

Together Again

Bye Bye Vet!

After a whole week in that metal cage (or should I say torture chamber?) in the IV Room at the kitty hospital, I had begun to give up hope. Finally, two nights ago, Mom brought me home. My best buddy, C. P. Pirate, and I are together again.

I showed those people at the vet who was boss. I growled and hissed. I did not cooperate with them. I sulked in my cage. As a final statement about my displeasure, I peed on the leg of the tech who was putting me in my carrier so I could go home.

Hello Home!

I refused to talk to Mom all the way home. When we got here, I ran under the bed. Today Mom tried to remove the stupid white collar they put around my neck at the vet, but I would not allow her to do so. I want to remind her for a LONG time how mad I am for what she did to me.

I do think I am finally getting healthy again, in spite of the torture I endured. I am glad that my furpals and I are together again, and I have plenty of places to hide.

Bring My Buddy Home!

My best friend, C. P. Pirate, is STILL at the vet! He went in Saturday and has not come home. Mom has been worried about him. His original problem was constipation. On Sunday, he seemed to be completely without energy. They told Mom his potassium was low, and he tested positive for pancreatitis (which probably contributed to the deaths of my friends Purrin’Dot and Possum last year). Then he was drooping his head really badly, all bent over. This morning Mom got a call about his head twitching weirdly when he was being examined and maybe he would need to see a neurologist.

Mom rushed out of here to go see him. While she was there, our favorite vet–Dr. Reynolds–came in on her day off to see Pirate. Pirate lifted his head normally several times, ate a little for Mom, and leaped back in his cage when Dr. Reynolds took him out and stood him on the floor. She seemed more optimistic about Pirate’s condition, but does not think he is ready to come home yet.