Boots Kat ~ UTI Relapse = Vet again...
But they say I'm gonna be OK ;)
I'z still gonna be OK, we think :eek:;
But I had a kupla relapses... :(
Skip down to 7/26 fur an uppy-date...
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Herrow, All ~
It's me, Boots the Kat ~ Pawin out this Tail muself ~
My problem started a few weeks ago -
Wanderd in the baffroom to say Hi to Dad wun mornin. Felt the need to pee; so's I jumped inna sand box an hunkered down ta do it. Nuffin came out :confused:. Changed my mind after a minnit and left a smelley wun in anudder corner. Dad cleaned it up and furgot bout the no-pee thing.
Now me an Dad have this thing bout how long a box a sand otta last... When *I* think it's time for a change - I leave him a note (pee onna floor rite side the box - where he'll step :eek: in it!)
Guess I'z been leavin *notes* purdy offin lately - Sunday mornin, to be exact; after he washed the box Friday nite. Oopsie!! Dad wuz really :mad:!
Spent all Sunday locked inna bafroom.
Mundee mornin Dad comes in - no damp sand; but the rug is kinda *damp*. Uh-Oooh!
Jumped inna sand box an tried to pee as a show of good intent ~ Nuffin camed out...
Spent Mundee locked inna bafroom.
Mundee nite Dad checks - no damp sand. And then I *escapes* the baffroom. While I wuz *out* - Strange Damp Spot appears inna livin room (detected by a Daddy sock footsie). When I hear'd the **KAT!!!** I jumped inna fallin wadder klozet an waited fur the baffroom door *SLAM*!
Nudder nite in jail.
Tusdee morning; no damp sand - spent the day in jail again.
Tusdee nite I left a *note* onna floor in front a the sink - quickly note by Dad's socky foot. Any guess where I spent the nite? Yep - baffroom jail.
This mornin Dad comes in an I run over *purrrrin* up a storm, head bumpies, an leg rubbin. Jumped up an grab sum krunch frum my bowl onna vanity top; then hops down ta do sum sand box werk. Nuffin happenz.
Dad grabz the dinger phone and calls the Vet - no wun there yet... While he's leavin a message; I'z feelin the *need* so's I back up ta the klozet door an let go wiffa BIG squirt. *That* prompted anudder call the the Vet - I wus due at 12:30.
Dad sopped up the pee an put it inna baggie to take wiff us.
Got stuffed inna duffel sack and off we ALL went to the Shop. Neat place - TONS a stuff on desks and cabinets that need shufflin around. The Lab called early an said they had a no-show; so's we're due at 10:30. Dad finally *found* me an dusted off the cobby-webs and I gotz re-stuffed inna bag for the trip.
I wuz good wiffa nice guy (Doc Mike) inna Green skrubby shirt (how kum ya call em White Coats?) Wuz *purrrrrin* the hole time - eben when he stuck the thermie-meter stick up my rear :eek: end.
Gotz an owie-stick inna neck an Doc Mike showed Dad how ta jam a pill anna half down past my chomperz. Doc sez I gotz a *Urinary Infekshun* anna lil *fevur*; but I shud be OK after the biotik pills are gone in 10 dayz. He sez mebee Dad otta change the sand a lil more sooner - so's I dont get an atti-tude... Told ya, Dad!
I gotz dumped inna office and the Muttz got to go ta Petz Suppliez Plus ta pick up fresh sand for me. Cinner sez they gotz a new chewie bone an I gotz a new hi-side sand box (wiffa LID :mad: ) AND a new portable jail/carrier box - JEST what I wanted! Where's my TREATz?
Had a GREAT time inna Shop while they wuz gone shoppin - gotz a LOT of Dad's *stuff* moved around and onna floor... They brung the lil jail box in for the trip home - Good Luck stuffin me in THAT!
Most furgotz - Dad fixed up a sand box fur me here atta shop - lil plastik tub wiff sum sand - I hopped in an did a nice pee when they gotz back! Got a lotta *Good Kat* praise fur that!
Not gonna like life atta Ranch fur a while ~
Durn Doc Mike sez ta keep me *konfined* inna baffroom till I show that I'z back to a regelur *pee* routine inna sand box. Dad's gotta make sure I go *pee* ebber day an keep drinkin wadder. Dad sez I gotta sit inna lil jail box while he warshez the baffroom floor anna rug. And I dont get the rug back! Gotta sleep inna sink bowl onna towel!
NUTZ!
Dad better member to put my dope bag of *nip*, my toidy paper tubes, an sum krumpled up paper wads inna baffroom fur me to play wiff! Else I'll paw off the hole roll of toidy paper an filp his toofy brush onna floor!
I'z hungree - letz head fur the Ranch...
I'll ME-Ow at'cha all Laterz... (this puter pawin is Phunn!)
/s/ Boots, the Kat!
Dictated by Boots, under the baffroom door, to Cinder & Smokey this AM ~
Boots, the Kat, here by way of the Muttz ~
I'z talkin frum my baffroom jail cell to CinDip and SmudgePot - out inna hallway. Hope they member all this stuff ~
Thankz! to all my FurBuds fur writin their notes and sayin Hi! Fister: Hope yer Hoominz dropped that plan they had fur You! Uggggh!
Sophie: Did ya stick yer tongue out at the dumm Pawtrol Guy? A'rat' - whudda nerb!
Wenzday nite we all decided to head fur the Ranch - and I gotz to try out my new portable jail transport box... Phunn time had by all.
Dad tries stuffin me in backwards onna level floor = NOT! After the dust an fur settled; Cinder sez: "Dad, yer leakin red stuff onna arm bonez!"
Dad rounded Kat up and tried a head-on approach.
More red leaks onna armz. Found the Kat again an tried the Pet Talk Way - Box sittin upright wiffa door pointin up - stuff back legz in an *drop* Kat; quickly slam door. Kat's IN.
Smoke - ya member how many times Kat rolled the box over? Bet it wuz 2 or 3 komplete rolls!
Dad sez only a half-roll - Kat wound up uppy-side down. (And protesting :mad: , LOUDLY.)
Gotz home an Dad started warshin down the baffroom floor an put the (damp) rug inna garage.
Kat released inna clean baffroom jail cell wiffa new sand box. Kat eatz half a bowl of krunch while muttering.
Damp sand and poopiez found inna new sand box Thurzday AM & evening = good sign. Dad agrees to parole Kat at nite wiffa condition - stayz onna string leash held by Dad...
Not a purdy site! Kat turnz on 4-Paw Drive and headz for cover - unner the end table wiff magazeenz onna shelf. Twenny magz scattered; anna string wrapped round the table legz a dozen wrapz;
Kat skreemin :mad: like he'z bein strangled...
Order restored; Kat agreez to rest on Dad's lappy inna kliner chair. Eben startz *purrrrin*. :)
Pill time is ebry mornin. Took a while Thurzday - Dad tried our new pill-popper plunger thingy - but Doc Mike made it look a hole lot eazier kuz Dad had me pinned onna table! I finally agreed to lettin em go downa hatch after he pinned my butt onna vanity top wiffa arm an pried my chomperz open wiff dat same handpaw - he used da udder paw to pop the popper plunger. Sheeeze - Doc dint jam it THAT :eek: far down!
Sumbuddie axed - bout the view fromma jail... Ain't no burdz ta see kuz there ain't no view! No winnow :( inna baffroom. I'z prolly gonna ko-operate an use the new sand box allua time - hope that'll spring me inna few more dayz. Got so *smushed* rubbin onna *nip* baggy :D I almost dint hear the gang kum home on Thurzday!
I'll try ta make sum damp sand soon'z I hear em pull in tanite. That'll make pointz wiff Dad.
Tankz, ebberbuddie, fur thinkin of me.
*Mi-Owww* at'cha All Later...
/s/ Boots, the Kat
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Cinder & Smokey here ~
That'z bout whut Bootsie tell'd us unner the jail cell door this mornin. Hope we gotz most of it rite :p!
