
Going to the v-e-t was exhausting. It was a lady v-e-t this time. She was nice at first. She was weird tho. She got all excited that Mom brought a zippie bag of my poop with her. Anyway the lady v-e-t says my IBD is acting up bad. It must be, I lost four ounces somewhere. Then the lady v-e-t got mean. She stabbed me TWICE. Then she stabbed me and got water under my skin too! I was glad to get out of there without any more holes in me. Then she gave Mom two bottles of pills for me. Yuk. I got treats when I got home, though and that was nice. And Dr. Tweety came over and snuggled and brought chix-hen broth. I feel better now and I'm hungry. Let's go eat.
Thank you for all the purrs! They helped a lot!
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs,
da Mini
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(Mom note: She got an antibiotics and a appetite stimulant shot and subQ fluids. The pills are anti-nausea and anti-inflammatory. She seems to feel pretty much normal today. Yay!)




