Fortnight
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Monday
I knew it. Mum managed to trap me in the cat carrier,
and they both took me to the vets this afternoon. Dad
held me in a neck-hold (he held me tightly with his arm
around my neck and my bottom facing the vet across the
table) whilst the vet stuck that dratted thermometer up
my bottom again. I so hate this part of it. Then he cut
the fur on my tail to show a large abscess. He gave me
some anti-biotics and some painkiller in a syringe. He
gave mum some syringes to take home and more tablets,
I hate this vet guy.
Tuesday
Ugh!
I was rudely awoken by mum this morning, trying to shove
a large tablet down my throat, followed by a syringe of
painkiller. I spat out the tablet and it stuck on my chest.
I thought I had got away with not taking it, but she shoved
it down my throat again…. Fur and all…. I was not impressed.
Spent
the day playing with fishy and resting after the rude
awakening.
Thursday
Still getting the awful tablets and painkiller each morning.
I make it difficult for her every day, in the hope that
the next day she will give up and not try to give me the
tablets, but my plan is failing. My tail is getting better
though and it's not hurting me so much any more. I escaped
this morning and spent the entire day outside in the sun.
Friday
I got my own back today for all the tablets. The painkiller
has stopped but the tablets keep coming.
Mum had a visitor this afternoon and I thought it was
a perfect time to bring her a gift of a dead bird. Neither
mum, nor her guest were impressed with me and she called
me a murderer. I'm not having that. Her guest was so upset
that she left. To prove to her that I am no murderer,
10 minutes later I brought her a live mouse. I dropped
it on her foot, and it ran under the sofa. I ran outside
to watch from a safe distance. She pulled out the sofa,
and all the papers from under the table. I was quite impressed
with her performance, within 30 minutes the mouse was
rescued and put back alive and unhurt in the field. She
put all the furniture back and rang dad to tell him of
my antics.
Just to prove to dad that mum was being truthful, I had
to show him that I can bring mice in without harming them.
At 6:30 just before their tea was ready and about an hour
before their guests were arriving, I brought them in another
live mouse. This time they didn't catch it so fast. Both
sofas were in the middle of the room. All the other papers
and stuff from the lounge were also in the middle of the
room…. They cancelled their guests and missed their tea
- and the best part - well…. The best part is that they
didn't catch it!
They
gave me the run of the house overnight, but I spent the
night asleep on their bed, rather than trying to find
the mouse, that's their part of the game….
Saturday
It
was a lovely day today and mum and dad spent the day in
the garden. They tried to keep me locked in the house
on the mouse hunt, but as I explained yesterday, that's
their job. The game is, I bring it in and they find it…
they can swing if they think I'm going to find it for
them. I joined them in the garden for a sunbathe.
Sunday
Another nice day and they gave up making me try to catch
the mouse. I think they are hoping that it will find its
own way out of the house… no chance! Spent the day sat
in the shady parts of the garden watching flies and birds.
Monday
Mum has been in the garden most of the day. She went inside
for a brief period this afternoon and I thought it a good
time for the next round of the game. As usual, I waited
for her to be on the telephone before I brought in another
mouse. She was onto me though, as I walked through the
French doors, she shouted at me… in fright; I dropped
the mouse in the dining room (my bedroom) and ran outside.
The mouse after running around the dining table a few
times settled on my pillow… cheeky thing. Mum grabbed
the pillow and managed to get the mouse out safely…a boring
round of the game. Then I heard her on the phone to dad
trying to work out how to stop me playing this game. They
are not impressed. At least my pillow smelt nice tonight,
I dreamt of mice - must have been the scent that brought
on the dream.
Wednesday
Not
such a nice day today. I sat in the bedroom window and
watched the rain. When I got bored I fell asleep on the
big bed. Had my last tablet today for my tail, so that
must mean that it's getting better.
Thursday
I nearly found myself a new home today. There were some
workmen at our house and I managed to escape as they left
the front door open. I curled up on a soft area of their
van. They didn't realise I was there until they pulled
something out of the van and I ran out as well. Mum took
me back inside and the workmen left.
