Dudes (And ladies). Thanks for the purrs, they've really helped me while I've been in this miserable steel hell-hole. They knocked me out. They x-rayed my insides, ultrasounded me, stuck far too many needles in me, and stole way too much blood.
What can I say, I'm a rock. All test came back inconclusive. Just as the vet was about to scratch his head and move on to the next horrific torture the humans figured something out.
Kaze now has the runs. And Latte's poos is heading there. Yeah, can you say VIRUS? You know, not something worth subjecting me to the hell of the vet for so long. No idea how it got in the house or why but generally everyone is jumping up and down and doing happy dances.
Yet still I sit in my prison cell while they "monitor" me and starve me to death. I need an escape plan, who's in with busting me out? Apparently I get to go home this evening.
Hi all, thank you SO much for all of your kind thoughts and worries about Chase, they have been such a comfort. I found Kaze's case of the runs last night and just about screamed for joy (though I'm sure she's less than thrilled). Called the vet first thing this morning and he was quite relieved as well. We'll be getting our big teddy bear back this evening and I fully expect to be shunned for a while. Though I did make the Awesome Man come with me when we dropped him off so maybe I won't get all of the blame?