Boots, the Kat, Visits the Vet...

Boots, the Kat, sez Hi, Ebberbuddie ~

I'z doin a lot better - Thankz fur askin!
Been gettin lottza pointz wiff Dad -
I make sure I make sum damp sand eber time I hearz him pullin inna garage!

Sundee an last nites I got *paroled* outta jail an dint have to wear the laesh string! :D Wuz soooo hot I jest went ober an lay in front of the sliding door screen an sopped up the breeze.

I still gotta *guard* the baffroom when Dad anna Dawgs go to werk; but they're purdy good bout *springin* me soon as they come home. Kant get ober how happie :D Dad getz whenebber he roots around inna sand box an finds a lil dampy spot! :rolleyes: Strangest things pleeze you Hoominz...

Now iffin we could jest get dunn wiifa pillz...
HATE that dang pill-popper thingy he gotz! I figgered out that iffin I dont *fuss* too bad he won't shove it half way down to my tummie affore he *pops* it. <ugggh>!

Hey Sophie ~ Dad sez yer Mom is thinkin bout gettin ya a swimmin pool :eek: ! Sez Miz Karen's gonna try wun for Hoppy, too.
Lemmie knowe if that'z any phunn...
I *plays* wiifa wadder frumma spikit; but I'z nebber been swimmin... Nebber had a BAFF, either!
Course there wus the time I gotz locked inna fallin wadder klozet an Dummie Dad turned on the wadder wiffout knowin *I* wuz in there...
He got a LOTTA Kat-Trakz on his bod when when he opened the door and tried ta climb in under the wadder ~ I wuz in kinda a *rush* ta getz out...

Mee-owz at'cha all laterz...

/s/ Boots, the Kat ;)

Hey Boots! Glad to hear Dad springed ya outta da water kloset jail!:D Keep makin those soggy sand piles an swallerin yer pills! Gotta make sure dem nasty buggers are history! Oliver and Mr. B sends ya lots a get well head bumpies and nose nibbies!:)

I'm glad you're doing better Boots. Keep up the good work.http://www.gifs.net/animate/alcheshire_cat.gif

Oh, Boots! We had no idea what horrors you were going through! Hope you are feeling LOTS better now. Are all the nasty pills done? Sometimes basin-naps are nifty: specially on hot days. Hope you like 'em, too.

Cassy >^._.^< and Livvy >^._.^<

Sorry that your not feeling up to speed Boots.

Hey Boots,

how are you feeling these days?

Hi, Ebberbuddie ~ Boots here...

I'z feelin a lot better now - specially since those durn pillz are all gone an Dad haz quit *shootin* pillz down my mouf. Spent a lotta dayz inna baffroom jail; but when I pee'd inna box durrin the day; I gotz let out inna evenins for sum R&R wiffa Muttz. Iffin I pee'd just affore BigBed time; I gotz outta jail all nite :).

I'z drinkin bout the rite amount of wadder ebery day, and makin Dad happie by doin a kupla pees inna sandy box like I'z supposed to. He sure duz like findin *damp sand* inna mornin and at nite when the Gang kumz home frum werk! ;)

I tinkz we've arrived at an *unnerstandin* bout when to change the sand inna box. Dad gave up tryin to s-t-r-e-t-c-h a load a sand out fur two :mad: weekz... He uzes a lil less inna box each load; and I'll go fur a 7-10 day cycle - but that'z IT!

Cupla weekz ago he tried fur two :eek: weekz again...:mad:
I wuz gettin kinda *tweeked* an did a lotta pacin round inna baffroom wun mornin - lookin inna sandy box but neber gettin in... Jumped inna fallin wadder klozet an left him a pee in there as a note :rolleyes:.

Course I spent the day locked inna baffroom jail; but he gotz the hint. I did wun more pee inna box that day; gotz a lotta *Gud Boy'z* that nite; and he warshed out the box an gimmie a load of fresh-smellin sand. Wunder when the soft rug is gonna kum back inna baffroom? :( (It makes turnin the korner into the fallin wadder klozet a LOT quicker when wunna the Muttz is hot on my tail!)

I don't have ta *s-t-r-a-i-n* to do a pee ennie more; so I guess all thoze durm pillz Doc Mike gave me musta dun sum good... Glad nuffin went wrong wiffa <poop> masheenerie!!

TANKZ to alla you Pet Talker Buddies fur thinkin and prayin fur me!
Feelin *poorly* is no phunn!
But it sure helpz ta knowe yer Friendz are wurried bout ya!! :D

/s/ Boots, the Kat

Boots, all of us are so glad that you are feeling so much better.

Those pill poppers aren't much fun - but you guys seem to have the fastest paws in the west (east) - so it makes it a lot easier on us humans to use them.

You take good care of yourself now - and maybe the fuzzy rug will return - I bet it was afraid of you.

glad to hear that you are feeling better boots.

I'm so glad to here that the pills are working and that you're able to pee again. I hope you get back to normal soon. Take care. :)

Boots, you're on the right track - keep on trucking! :D

Purrs and headbumpies from your pal,
Fister

Glad you're up to snuff there, Bootz - after all, when you're sickly, whose gonna keep those dogs in line? ;)

;) Hi, ebberbuddie ~
It'z me, Boots, da Kat. This here storrie is gonna be in a kupla partz.
It'z Friday mornin; and I'z doin this maself affore we head out fur anudder vist to Doc Mike's White Coat Lab.

After the June 19 visit to Doc Mike, I dun purdy good wiffa peein inna sandy box. Eben a week ago things were OK; all dun wiffa biotik pillz anna "acidifier" pillz; peein purdy good twict a day; Dad happie kuz I was usin the sand box; life wuz good - and I wuz outta JAIL! :D

Problem come'd back agin on last Friday nite - jest a lil spot a damp sand to show Dad when he gotz home. I volunteered to sleep inna baffroom. NO damp sand Saterday mornin, Nite or eben Sunday mornin... Did a good pee Sunday bout noon a-klok; but nuffin more till Munday. Dad had already tole me we wuz goin back to see Doc Mike - but I did a 'heroic effert' and jumped inna box bout 8:30 and made a lil damp sand - after a LOT of pushin and strainin. But to no avail - 9 AM and we're walkin in Doc's Place wiffout so much as a phone call to warn em. Doc wuz bout to start wiff Sir Jury on sum poor kritter, but tole the Skrubby Tech to keep em inna holdin cell fer a few minnits while he looked at me...

Bladder felt OK - had a lil innit; but Doc sez as long as I WUZ peein he'd lemmie go... AFTER he stuck that thermie stik up my butt AND jabbed me wiffa anudder biotik shot an two more bagz a pillz. We played *locked in jail all day and eat pillz* till Thurdsday - peein purdy good till Thurdsday nite when Dad caught me strainin to pee, and no dampy sand frum all day... Uhhh-Ooooh.

This mornin it wuz no go agin - tried reel hard atta Ranch. Dad loads me inna trakter kar - complete wiff home sandy box inna trunk - an I comed to the Shop wiffa hole Gang. Tried ta pee bout 3 or 4 more times atta Shop = Nuffin! :(. Dad callz Doc Mike an Miz Bev sez "Looks like Doc duzint get his half day off, again! Bring him in at 2:30." Cinder gave me her spot unner the puter an I kinda tossed an turned next to SmokeMutt, wiff an ocassional "YeeeeOwllll" till 2 a-klok when Dad tosses me inna kar. I member we gotz to Doc's and they wuz waitin fur me. He did a quick belly rub an tell'd Dad I hadda get a "catheter" thingy put in fur 4 dayz... Tha's the last I member...

Cinder here ~ guess I gotta tell the rest kuzza Kat's a reel mess :eek: - totally wiped out on druggz an floppin round lika phish outta wadder.

Smoke an me got reel wurried kuz Dad came back bout 2:30 WiffOUT da Kat! :eek:
"WHERE's our BOOTS, we axked him?"
Dad sez he's gettin a plummin jub dun - his drain is plugged. Goin back fur him inna hour.

Wheeeew, we sez!

4:45 PM Friday...
Dad jest comed back wiff lil Brudder Bootz...
Whadda sight / mess he iz!

Wrapped up in blue surgikal drapes like a lil baby...
Wearin a Funnell collar ober hiz headbone...
Eyeshades not werkin - jest starin, no blinkin...
Gosh - he ain't eben MOOVIN very much...

Dad keeps goin ober an moppin up unner him...
He's LEAKIN out a plastik PIPE stuck into his rear end! :eek: OMG! What'd Doc DO to him???

Dad sez he's gonna leak like that till Tuesday - when the pipe comes out. Dad called Unka Pat and lined up ta borrow their paper shredder anna box a newsy paperz. Dad's gonna fill up the falllin wadder klozet tubby wiff ground up newsy paper ta try an keep Boots a lil dryer than he is rite now.

6:30 PM
Well, he'z ALIVE an kickin a lil bit! :D
Dad keepz runnin ober an moppin up; and keeps squeezin sum *goop* in Bootsy's eyeballz. Gotta keep doin that till he startz *blinkin* hiz eyeshades by hizzelf. Guess he kant SEE so good - he panics ebery time Dad touches him till he reconnizes Dad's finners an voice. We're bein good an not botherin him too much ~ But we've both sed Hellow a kupla timez an he duzint seem to mind us bein close.

He'z UP! Nope, he felled ober onna udder side...
UP agin - an sorta *crawlin* round.

LOOKIT the d-i-r-t he'z pickin up offa floor!
OMG Dad ~ When'z the MAID do to come in here!?
Ooops! Sorrie, Dad. He dint think that wuz so phunnie

Boots iz sorda confined again - Dad put his string leash back on so's he kan't toddle all round the office. Rite now he's all snarled up round the puter chair an bein kinder quiet. Musta leaked out summa the fluidz they shoved unner his skin tween the shoulder blades - he'z not dribblin out the pipe so bad now. Dad jest *goop'd* hiz eyeballs agin - still ain't blinkin.

Kinder nice in here - Dad turned onna air freezer ta make Boots feel better ~
How'z kum WE don't get the kool air when we're werkin here all day??!

Dad sez we're gonna take off fur the Ranch soon. Gotta pick up the paper supplies at Unka Pat's and get sum ground up fur the tub. Then I guess we gotta try an clean the poor Kat up a liddel. Gonna take a lotta baby wiperz ta get him prezentabul again.

Case yer wunderin - Doc tell'd Dad the Boots otta be OK iffin we keep poppin "acidifier" pillz inta him. He'z gonna get TWO ebery day fur a while ta make sure he duzint plug up rite away agin. But he don't get ANY food or pillz till tumorrow at the urliest - kuz he kant swaller rite now.

That'z all fur now - prolly be Kat-sittin all weekend atta Ranch and not get you guyz anudder uppy-date till Mundey - so don't wurrie too much!

But iffin you got the time - a kupla Prayers an sum Krossed Pawz wood be reelee Appreciated by Boots, Dad, Smokey an me!

Poor, poor Bootz - and so undignified a situation! Buck up there, fuzzy campers, and we'll keep you in our prayers.

Mister Boots,

Your story brought tears to my eyes! You poor kitty!! Sounds like you've got a buncha great nurses taking care of you, though.

A *gentle* hug and kiss to ya, Sweet Stuff!
Zippie and Goober-Earz the Wabbit