Boots, the Kat, Visits the Vet...

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!

Dear Boots,

We are so sorry that it took so many notes for your Dad to sense something was wrong. I bet you didn't write dark enough. You know, sometimes humans just don't think like cats.

We hope you have a speedy recovery and that you get out of jail really soon.

Love,

Graemer, Miley and Gabe

Gee Boots we're sorry you're not feelin' too good. We're hopin' you gots a nice window there in the baffroom to look out of to help pass the time away while you are incarcerated! Hope the pills make you good as new and your plumbing starts workin' again the way it should. Your pals, Trevor and Andy

Deer Mizzer Tuxie-Boots,

Itz Sophie Bunnie. It jist ain't been a gudz day at allz has it? I iz real sorriez youz gotsta yournairy infektionz. It don't soundz funz at allz! :( I hopez you getz better reel soonz!

When Mom and I started for gammaw and gampawz houze diz afternoonz, the regoolar Mizzer Border Pawtrol wuzn't dar. I waz sittin' on Mom's lappiez and waitin' fer him to tellz me how purrtyz I was but instead he asked Mom, "Whazz on your lap? A rat?!" :mad: :mad: I like rattiez, but puh-leaze! Rattiez don't have long beautious earz of velvoot! Or a cute LIL' tail (which Mom sez will you get youz a long wayz in diz worldz! :confused: )

Mom sez I gotz to make diz quickie cos we're gonna go to bedz soon. Just cos Mom iz tiredz doezn't mean I iz. :mad:

I hope you feelz betterz soon!!

Luv,
Sophie Bunnie

Poor Boots, I and my four cat boys hope you are all better soon. 3 of them have had UTI too. The medicine made them all better. Hope yours does too. You and Pet Talk's Fister will need to swap stories 'cause sounds like he has the same thing. You should hear what they want to do to HIM!! All fingers and paws crossed here for your speedy return to health.

Boots, sorry you had to resort to puddle notes to get your Dad's attention, but sounds like things will be under control soon.
See if you can talk him into trying Worlds's Best Cat Litter It's a little spendy but if Dad will scoop out the unmentionables a couple of times a day, he'll find the remaining litter doesn't collect odors. I've even sniff tested (very carefully) month old litter and there is NO catty odor. Good luck with old Dad!

Hello Boots!

It sounds like you have the same problem as I do! But don't you worry, we're gonna be OK soon!! Since I overheard what the planning was for me, I thought it was for the best to show them, so I've just been in my litterbox and done a good pee - I didn't cover it up this time to make sure they noticed! I hear that they'll ring the guy in the white coat tomorrow and make arrangements for me, so I'm being real good now! You show your dad what you're able to do and he'll surrender. But make sure not to get locked in the bathroom again. Go and lay on top of him and purr as loud as you can and he'll forget all about it!

I sure hope you'll be feeling a lot better real soon!!

Loud purrs and headbumpies from
Fister! ;)

I'm so sorry to here that you're not feeling well Boots. Storm, Pepper, and Sunny wish you well and hope that you have a speedy recovery. Please keep us posted. Good luck. All fingers and paws are crossed here.

Hiya Bootz - thiz iz Bagel - doin' 'puter stuff agen - to say that me an' the two boyz is sufferin' wif youz! Wot theze hoomans does to uz is terruble and if we lived clozer to youz we'd cum and break you outta your prizon!! Dat's reel crule bein' locked up - jus coz you gotta pee problum. Jus tek the tablits you Daddy is gonna stuff down you froat every day and you'll be well soon and outta dat prizon.
Oh Oh - Mum's comin' bak - gotta go. Hope da basin's cumfy xx

Purrs and Miaows from

Bagel and Ketchum and Dan
xx

Wow, what a water works dilemma, Boots!! That'll show yer Dad what the con-c-quences are when he don't keep yer "facilities" up to snuff:D Me and Oliver are keepin our paws crossed that yer medicine and "bowl time" will get ya back on all 4 paws and whizzin up a storm real soon!:) Love, yer pals, Mr. B and Oliverrrrrrrrrrrr!

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!

Boots, I hope you are feeling better and you and Dad have signed a truce (not in blood though). By the time you read this here's hoping you've been sprung and can go back to patroling the ranch house and supervising the Cinder and Smoke critters.

Hannah wants to tell you she went to the white coats today and came up with lots of new moves to avoid them doing stuff to you that you don't want to have done, but I says *No way, bad enough that Tucker saw those.*

Dear Boots the Kat,

I'm glad you're feeling better.It's sure no fun to be
"jailed" in the bathroom. Take all your pills and get all
better. O. K.? Just want to tell you that I agree the
Patrol person is a NERB ,big time.:D

Mizzer Bootzie,

We iz jist wonderin' how u iz. We hopez u iz gud 'n feelin' betterz dan eberz.

Luv,
Sophie Bunnie

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Originally posted by zippy-kat
Mizzer Bootzie,

We iz jist wonderin' how u iz. We hopez u iz gud 'n feelin' betterz dan eberz.

Luv,
Sophie Bunnie

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We iz wunderin' too! Chester, Leonardo, Luke, Leroy (Momoffuzzyfaces katz)

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

Speaking from experience, I wouldn't wish your problem on anybody, cats or people!

Oh poor little Boots! What more could happen to you? I surely hope you are feeling better tonight and will even better as time passes.

We all send get well wishes to you and thank your buds for taking such good care of you. That's alotta work Boots!

Love,

Mister Boots, Geez, I had no idea that wettin the sand could be so much trouble. It's something I take for granted. All I ask is that Mom keep the box clean.

I am really sorry to hear of all of your troubles, but it does sound as though all of your buddies have rallied around you.

I got my paws crossed for you and Mom said she will teach me how to pray.

Get better real soon, ya hear?

Your friend, Mister Rascal

Oh Boots we've been readin' over Mom's shoulder and we could hardly believe our eyes. We hate hearin' about our buddy bein' so sick and havin' to go to the white coats and gettin' werked on an all. Gee, now we don't feel so bad when we see our Mom havin' to scoop our sand alla time. Guess it makes her happy to see that we made it wet. It was nice of Cinder to write some werds to all of the humans at Pet Talk. I guess sometimes dawgs aren't so bad after all. We're gonna fold our paws tonight and bow our little kitty heads and send up some prayers for you. Maybe Bella will say some too. You take care of yourself Boots.
Your pals, Trevor and Andy

Oh Boots!!!

:eek: All our paws are crossed for ya here, buddy! Mommy's saying prayers, too. Sorry you're feeling so yucky. Glad your friends are there for you.

>^._.^< Cassy and

>^._.^< Livvy

I'm so sorry to hear about your declining condition Boots. All fingers and paws are crossed here. I sure hope you get well soon. Good luck and take care.

AWWWW BOOTZ WE'ZE ALL UPSET TO HEER OUR MUMMY SEY YOUZ ISN'T FEELING TOO GUD AGEN! WE ALL HOPEZ THAT WIF DA HELP OF DEM TWO DAWGGIES AN DADDY PHRED YOU;'LL SOON BE FEELINGZ WELL AGEN. GUD OL' DR MIKE'LL GET YOU BACK TO PEEIN IN DA SAND BOX.
LOTS OF LUV AND NOSE KISSES FROM ALL OF UZ
BAGEL AND DAN AND KETCHUM - OH AN' MUMMY. xxxxx

Ouchhh Boots!! Just as we thought you were all OK again, this happens! :( What an ordeal you've been through - and your dad too! Uhh! I know excatly how you're feeling pal, I've had plumming problems too! No fun at all! I'm glad to hear that all of your buddies have rallied around you! You take a few relaxed days and don't wobble around too much !

I'll keep my paws crossed for you, and my mum and dad their fingers!! :)

Lots of purrs and nosekisses
Fister & his mum and dad

Owwwwie, Boots!! I though you were doing ok and now this. Prayers are on the way for all of you and the boys have all paws and tails crossed for you to feel all better real quick!

Oh no, Boots:( Just when we all thought you were doin better:(:( You sure have been through the mill, Boots. My brother Frtizy (RB) had the same indignities thrust upon him, what widda rubber hose and bladder squeezing and pill poppin. But yer Dad sure is takin real good care of his Boots Man!!:) So you take it easy and listen to yer Dad! In the meantime, lots and lots of paw crossing being done here and our bestest prayers are heading your way! Love, Mr. B., Oliver and our Mom, Sandra