Mother took father to the vet today. When he came home, we walked with a big thingee and limped. The dog and I actually had a conference about it. Sometimes he isn’t as stupid as he looks. Max said that he stunk of shots. He hoped that they hadn’t “fixed” him. I heard Mother say something about his sleeping downstairs.
The gall! How am I going to nurse him back to health with licks, kisses, and fur therapy? Loud purrs are clinically proven to be a valuable tool in promoting healing.
The dog and I worry that Mother took him to a vet for humans rather than our doctor; Dr. Balderelli is the best. I hope that where he went is OK.
But they must be foolish. They forgot to put the Collar of Shame on him: incompetence, just plain stupid incompetence.
What if he attempts to bite his stitches?
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I had to wear the Collar of Shame when I had neck surgery!
I’m sure that Louis wondered what had happened.
That would imply him actually giving a hoot, which he doesn’t! How are you feeling?
Xenia–you and Max might need to confer further. Obviously, the human vet is incompetent.
They refuse to listen to prudent advice, AS Empress of all I curvy I know best. I am sure that you defer to the wisdom your cats! – Xenia (H.I.M.)
What were they thinking?
Well, I came home from hip surgery, smelling like a hospital, and they suspect that something is going on. The dog woke me up with a wet nose several time last night, followed me to the bathroom, and stands alongside the walkers until I get going. He’s the on duty nurse.
Sounds like you are getting the best care.
Wishing you a speedy recovery, Lou.
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