Hi Rutherford,

Tigris here: I've been doing that thing lately- going to the box all the time and my mom was not happy. It was not a nice feeling, all burning and hurting and even licking did not help.

My mom brought me to the TERRIBLE BUTCHER'S HOUSE and I even had to stay one night. I told them all as loudly as I could this was not ok but they did not listen.
Happily I survived although they put needles in me!!!!!

Then I got the HORRIBLE PILLS. I got them with liver pate which in itself is a good thing but I always smelled a rat. My dad who is my special friend held me while my mom was putting that poisonous stuff in. I will never understand why because I am a good kitty.

But I tell you something- I can pee now that it sounds like a waterfall and am very proud of it. Plus it doesn't hurt anymore. So maybe there is a good thing in all that ordeal.

Hang on boy! I keep my paws crossed for you.

Your buddy Tigris